The four of us, Dad, Jason, Sara and I, were huddled in the great room of the house where our tenders had taken us after meeting our flight from Phoen...x. Little Donna was playing in the backyard under the watchful eyes of a middle-aged, oh-so-perky woman named Nora Segal. Our other tender, Jerome Daley, was grocery shopping, which didn't make him happy, but Donna wouldn't have anything to do with him. Dad, Sara and I had prepared the shopping list. Daley and Segal referred to the house we now. Now theseare your measurements and these are your sizes in woman's clothes andshoes. We've got shoes in your sizes here but they're expensive.Stay here with Virginia until I return with some old dresses. I'll beback before eight. I haven't got a wig, but perhaps Virginia might havesomething. See you later."Sandie left the boy sitting in a pair of tired, shabby panties and afrayed oversized bra. His shoes were down-at-heel and oversized whilethe pathetic excuse for a wig looked more like a. Patsy was with her, carrying the box with the ticket stubs. They were laughing - and without them telling me - I knew they were up to something.Patsy stepped up to the mike, “Okay boys and girls. Get your ticket stubs out. We’re going to draw for two chances to win a white western shirt, just like the ones Jerry and his girls are wearing.“If I call your number, please come to the right of the stage - over here where the steps are. We want you to come up and meet Jerry Helton personally when you. She sucked on them wantonly, grabbing his hand to prevent him from taking the sloppy treat away from her. "You are a dirty slut, aren't you?" he demanded, with so much intensity in his voice that he sounded angry. "Love me," she said breathlessly, releasing his fingers briefly before shoving them back into her mouth, licking between each finger to collect every drop. His dick positively ached at the lewd display she put on for him. It needed some attention, and fast. He pulled her down off.