They started toward the front door of the mansion. Even from sixty feet away, through solid walls and windows of double-pane glass, Jake could hear th... thumping of bass from Matt's stereo system, could hear the babble of dozens of semi-drunken conversations. Matt had promised the party of the year for the occasion of his release from jail and it seemed like he was delivering it.The door was opened by a uniformed butler (not Charles, the normal butler; he had other duties tonight) and Helen and. ” She looks over at me. “Good! Dave, I want you to get the ball to Austin. We're going to run an iso and attack their big man. Also, run a few simple pick and rolls to Austin. Let’s get him fouled out.” As the second half started, I take the ball in and push it up the court. As everyone gets into position, I signal for Austin to run a pick and roll. As he sets a screen on the poor point guard, I rush the lane. Their center switches off the pick and presses me to the basket as Austin rolls of. Wow. It fits you so well it looks likeyou have real tits! We'll have to do something about that soon. Righthere's a half slip to wear over your panties to protect your modesty."It was white and silky too with a lace trim, although there were splitsdown either side. I was given a pair of tan pantyhose to roll up mylegs to keep me from catching a cold. They brought a sort of shine tomy legs and I was urged to rub my legs to get to enjoy how a good pairof pantyhose felt.Next I was asked. I started writing. It seemed as though the wastebasket suddenly filled all by itself. I made start after start and threw them all away. Finally, my thoughts gelled and I made some progress. After about a week of trying, I completed a letter to her telling how I felt and asking a few questions, not knowing if I would get an answer or not. If I got an answer, would it be favorable? Would it be making fun of an old mans dreams? Would it be an angry letter, irate at presuming way too much on my.