”“Speaking of which, your dad actually called the Sheriff on Christmas Day?”“You know my sister,” I chuckled. “Do you think he had a choic...?”“Not if he wanted to live!” Jessica laughed. “And the police really came to check on you?”“They did,” I said. “And then Jackie and Cindi came and kicked my butt, as I’m sure you read.”“And you and Jennifer never mave love that week. That was actually pretty mature thinking.”“We were a mess, both of us, and we recognized it.”“I do have a serious problem. Or think... that," she said as she kissed me and ran her hand over my ass.One of the girls gave me a little wave and a smile as we continued on. Fuck me. "Here we are," she announced as we turned into a huge boutique full of lingerie.I stood at the door, stunned and awestruck, and took in the sight in front of me. Dozens of women, a million sexy underwear items, Mom... and me. She took me by the hand and starting browsing, holding my hand, touching my ass, brushing her hand against my crotch. I. I roughly raise your chest up from my lap and stare at your face. You breath through your mouth, making one of your haircurls that have escped the prison of my hand to fly away from your face. I shake your head left and right to make you understand once more who is in control.I throw you back against the chair in the backseat,letting go of your hair in the process. I unbuckle my belt, and the sound of my belt is encapsulating the whole of the car as it is dead quiet but also yourself as you. "Secret?" Gretchen asked with a grin of her own as we piled into the elevator. "What is it you wanted to discuss, Trish?" We were alone in the elevator so I figured this would be the best time to get the details out in the open."Let me," I said, cutting Trish off. "If I'm wrong you can correct me, but this way you won't feel so embarrassed, and we can say it in privacy." I looked at Gretchen. "Trish wants to become your apprentice." I almost added 'Do you think there's a TV show in the idea?'.