My mom hated her job, but she started coming around because of the good tips she got from men because of her looks. I overheard a conversation where m... mom told her that her boss was harrassing her, which she hated, but she was keeping her job because there was nothing else. My mom came home one early from work one night crying because her boss had groped her breasts and she walked out. When she walked into the house, she found my grandmother having sex with a guy she had liked from school.. At least the ad didn't lie about that, unlike most of the other apartments and houses you looked at during your search for a new home. "Right," you mumble. "322 Pickerton Ave. This is it."Hesitating for just a moment, you steel yourself and knock on the double-story house's front door. "I'll get it," you hear a girl's voice sound from inside.The door opens and a petite girl with light brown skin, with matching brown hair and eyes, smiles at you, "Hi! You must be James. Come on in, take a look. Perhaps I can even get a combined corset and girdle," she giggled delighted. "Your hair I'll cut tonight and when you get a bit less self conscious about looking like a girl. I will get Wendy to do it properly when she does mine. Boobs! Now there's a kicker! All I could get were some latex covered breast forms and they have no life so won't look very natural when you move. I will have a look on the 'net later." She stood and turned grabbing a bottle of red from the rack saying, "Ready?"I nodded. The queen just stared as Mal approached, the woman knew how to make an entrance that was a certainty. She seemed to glide along the floor, only pausing when she reached the steps and she started to climb the stairs. Her face seemed serene, but her eyes sparkled with fire and the queen could feel the heat of her gaze on her skin, crawling inside her to travel to her core, tiredness forgotten. She stood up to face her over the basinet “Maleficent, welcome. Have you come to give us a wish for.