Just a single older woman at the other end of the department was busy hanging up nightgowns.Nevertheless I rummaged a little nervously through the clo...hing stands with the women's clothing. This time a yellow summer dress had caught my eye. A short look to the left and right while I took it off the rack and folded it up so that nobody noticed the bright colour. There were three changing rooms. As always I chose the first one.It was not the first time that I spent my lunch break here with. To me it seems like an easy solution. You want to be a slutty whore again and you also want to live in this house and spend Dad’s money. For me, it’s just as easy. Either I get to do whatever I want, whenever I want with you, or you will be out of the picture and I get all of Dad’s money. Hell I fuck my girlfriend all the time. It’s not like I would be getting anything I don’t get now, except I think you will be better than most of the girls I date. That and it would be very convenient for me. It was late when I returned and I ate a quick snack and headed for bed. A small warm body slithered in to join me."Msala says you are kind man but I must not betray you, she says she wishes she had been a better prostitute for you and says I should let you do whatever you want and ask you to take care of me." Climb on my prick then, I am hard already" I suggested, and in the darkness she fumbled and shuffled before she forced herself down onto me and became a woman.The experience was not. ‘Jesus Christ,’ Jim muttered, softly. ‘I can’t believe it!’ ‘Excellent form,’ Mike said, as he studied her slender body. ‘Keep the hose and shoes, please, Mrs. Winters.’ She had the largest pair of breasts he had ever seen on such a slender frame, and her legs were so thin that he felt like he could almost put his hand around one, at the thigh. With that stupendous body, Cynthia could have passed for ten years younger, maybe more. ‘You!’ a voice came from up the stairs. It was Julie. She glared.