Debbie's role was to stand behind a table at an entrance to the truly grand Astor Ballroom and point out to arriving guests the existence of a large c...ystal bowl that sat on that table, encouraging them to place whatever gift cards there. Because of the venue, and the number of invited guests, there were three other women posted at other entrances as well, each with their own crystal bowl. It was to be a grand wedding, to be sure.Mark made his way to one of the many bars set up in the room and. Amelia called out from behind the counter where she was ducked down sorting merchandise tags.“Welcome to Spooner’s!”Emma walked up to the counter as Amelia stood up.“Hi,” Emma began, “I’m Emma. I don’t know if you rememb-”Amelia cut her off with a hearty laugh.“Oh, I remember you! I hope you don’t think that stripping my customers and shoving butt-plugs in them in the middle of my store is an every day occurrence.”Emma chuckled awkwardly.“So what can I help you with?” Amelia asked, tenting her. "Yeah right," I scoffed. "What about the girls ... they're only," I started."Of course they're too young ... are you crazy? We'll give them virgin egg nogs," she answered, referring to our thirteen and eleven year old cousins, Uncle Darryl and Aunt Maggie's children, Abbey making it sound as if the whole plan was my idea. "Uncle Darryl will get their share," she added with a grin.I should never have agreed! Ever! But, when my sister sets her mind on something, I've found it's often better to. Her long, blond hair fell to her shoulders in a graceful style, framing her face and setting off her complexion well. Her body was well proportioned, including her breasts, which would amply fill a 36C bra. When she asked if she could help me, I noticed that she was wearing a full-skirted navy dress that was fitted across her breasts very well. On her feet were patent leather shoes with 2-inch heels. Her makeup was tasteful, almost understated. She appeared to be the same height as me.I was so.