Lush and soft, yet still firm... she could feel her nipples harden... closed her eyes for a moment and began stroking her sides. It was like nobody ex...sted except for her. She felt herself becoming wetter and wetter. Could the auctioneer standing next to her smell her need, she wondered, getting even hornier at that thought."What am I bid for this exquisite creature?," the auctioneer asked, and the bidding began. Voices called out in response to the ever-increasing price, but Cheryl heard. I had no idea thathe knew what I had been doing, but there certainly wasn't any way to denythat I was still dressing as a girl, after all, I was standing there in askirt! But going out in public? That gave me the willies just to think ofit! I had barely found the courage to leave my room, and he wanted me toattend a showing? With all of his friends there? And what about everyoneelse? What if they knew it was me? That I wasn't a girl?"I can guess what you're thinking," dad said, "and you may be. The next idea was to call his supervisor Michelle Martin at home, but got a busy signal. Only a machine answered the chief editor's home phone. He debated whether he should step out of line and call Rob, the company president. Well, things are probably all screwed up anyway, he thought, and Dunlap and Fyre wasn't such a big company that people were very formal with each other. With that thought, he hit the speed-dial for Rob's cell phone. It rang a couple times, and he heard, "Rob Dunlap." Rob,. I could hire hookers for that kind of money, but not only is my mother economically vapid, she has a peculiar attitude about sex.She never complained when my father would grab her and fondle her tits or split her thighs with a crude paw. I'd catch sight of this in the living room occasionally, but I'm sure it happened more often out of my sight. He was a walking hard on. The cops imprisoned my father for raping homeless women, and he committed suicide there, (because none of the other prisoners.