" Could he at least not be Tracey until maybe I'm like out of the room?"Joked Tracey, snapping in another as his mother slid his arms inside ashirt."S...rry I'm sure it can't be easy looking like your obviously cutebrother right, now can it?" laughed Ryan as his mother tapped his ankle,having him step into a skirt."Cute brother," giggled Tracey, blending the extensions with his hairbrushing and flat ironing while his mother zipped up the skirt. "I don'tsee any cute brother around mom? Do you?". I’m guessing that they’re natural?” I asked. She gave another modest smile; I was actually putting her in a good mood.“Yes. Most people think that they are fake but they are actually real. Why didn’t you think they were fake?” She asked.“You’re always so honest, you don’t seem like the person who would lie about her appearance. Plus your already so pretty that breast size doesn’t matter.” I complimented. She began to blush.“My ex-husband never appreciated how I looked…” She said. Then she held. I've lived there pretty much since you married my Dad."Moving so far away was one of the contributing factors keeping us from meeting. I really didn't know how devious she was until I realized it was also so I could not develop a relationship with my Dad."Also, I'm an HR Consultant. Where I live is inconsequential. All I need is a computer but sometimes I have to travel, almost at a moments notice. Often, HR issues can be handled via email or conference calls and even sometimes by video. ?Good girl,? the man laughed as he watched Tracey start to undress, ?if that body is as good as it looks I might take you over the road anyway, you'd probably like that wouldn't you?? Tracey silently shook her head as she placed her shirt on the work top to her right.?Yes you would, you white bitches are all submissive sluts, your all hot for becoming slave meat.? he laughed again.Tracey had to admit that she'd had more than a few fantasies about being a slave in the past year or so, She knew.