. It made me hot but, I was a bit cautious.So after work I went to the shop in the hope to bend over much in the neighbourhood of some nice women, but...that didn't happen... Anyone suggestions how to do it?That evening I went to a concert and changed my clothes a but, removed my socks I wore my stockings with the nice panties under my lowhung jeans, in the hope someone would notice, but that didn't happen...I also had a miniskirt under my jeans and was planning on removing my jeans when walking. Hewanted me to stuff his marijuana into a jacket pocket, and then put thejacket into overnight mail. That just made me laugh harder. The man wasdesperate!I was just paranoid enough to veto the plan. The last thing I needed wasto be disbarred from practicing law because some dog sniffed me puttingdrugs into the mail. Cooler heads prevailed. I decided to drive the stashup to him.Orlando was only three hours away, and besides, it had been a couple ofyears since I had been there. I wanted to. Suddenly she heard the sound of water splashing onto the tiles of the pool. She looked down and saw the water spreading over the floor. What was going on? Again she yelled for Scott. Still no answer. She looked around in the room while she felt the water slowly rise up her legs. The water just kept rising. She looked at the edge of the pool. She couldn't see the floor of the room. That meant her head was under the edge of the pool. If the water kept rising, she would drown!"Scott!", she. "Gasp!" My relief was short lived as the sight of the 'sissy foyer' loomed before me. Cages hung on the walls...enough to house an army of sissies. sleeping snugly in the cages were all of the family's sissies save for Cunt, and if she was with Darius, I'd almost rather be locked up. Isabella smiled wickedly at me, as if to say 'Like what you see?'..."As a Master this room is your own personal candy store. You can select as many unowned sissies as you'd like and let them loose. You can imagine.