I am Deirdre andhave to thank you for the lovely gown, the horse, and everything else." My name is Jessica," Garret's sister answered simply with a tw...nkle ofamusement in her clear grey eyes. "Use it, please. My brother's intendedhas no need to use titles with me." Uh, Jessica," Deirdre answered. "You do know what I really am, don'tyou?" A mere technicality," the lady replied with a sunny smile. "You are morea lady than many who were born to the position. I saw that when we caughta glimpse of. Well, without my husband having girls on the side!” she giggled.“It is, isn’t it? And you know what? I really like it. What about you?”“I do. I wondered what it would be like, and it’s pretty awesome, actually. Now, I just need to find a guy like you who cooks, cleans, shops, and all that other stuff. Or maybe I’ll just cut in line and we just make this permanent. It is working pretty well, you know.”She floored me with that comment. I stood there and just stared at her, my mouth hanging open.. ” His voice boomed with a slight laugh. I stepped up onto the porch and looked down into his lap. I could see the head of his cock laying against the cuff of his shorts. Trying not to alarm him or let on that I was looking, I held out my hand to give him the map. He smiled as if he knew I had seen that the mouse was out of the house but he didn’t seem to care a bit and I felt as if he were going to make it as obvious as he could. He took the map from me and unfolded the whole thing, spreading. “Quite normal.“ said Mr Spencer.Meg had never felt so humiliated or exposed in her life but in some corner of her mind aflicker of excitement was burning. Mr Spencer opened Meg's bottom cheeks for the checkhe always performed at these times. Her anus was in perfect condition, albeit a littledamp, and opened all too freely. Her vagina seemed in order as well and Mr Spencerobserved the hairless labia and really quiet damp pussy hole. Once again, perfectlynormal.Mr Spencer flexed the cane and said.