He carried his 10mm Glock 29 in a thin shoulder harness, with the attached suppressor reaching nearly to his hip as he stood up. It was a small pistol... but bulky nonetheless, and the wool overcoat Wolfgang wore over his suit worked well to conceal the weapon. He combed his thick brown hair back with his fingers, and moved to join Eva, both of them walking towards an open door to the right of the loading docks.This was Eva's deal and the girl was plainly excited. Wolfgang suspected it was simply. He, no…there is no distinction that my son was in fact a developing girl.I wanted him so bad to the point where I just started rubbing my clit again, even though it seems dry as I wiped the earlier residue with nothing but a hand towel…so I had to bring my lube which was by my nightstand, and commenced rubbing myself off.“So mom, what do you think of my new look?”“Oh baby…you look….wonderful, absolutely gorgeous darling”.“I figured you’d like it, after all, you’re a slut mom, and you like to. By the time we reached the house, it was late and very dark. Mistress Jane kept me waiting while she spoke with Sylvie. I heard them giggling like two schoolgirls. Finally she returned with my coat and draped it over my shoulders. It felt strange -- this was the first clothing I had worn in over a week. I followed her to the front door and waited while she opened it. We both shed our coats and stepped inside. Once inside, she turned and spoke to me."Forget for a moment that I'm the Mistress and. The box full of accumulated desk crap sat by the door to my private office. Meanwhile I sat at the now immaculate desk returning the last few emails in my inbox with semi-polite variations on “fuck off, it’s not my problem anymore!” The phone rang. I rolled my eyes. I was going to be out the door for the last time in half an hour; what could anyone possibly want? “Mr Sanders, there’s a young lady in reception for you,” the receptionist said. I smiled. “Hmm, what’s she wearing?” I asked. “Excuse.