The Internet was great for that. I was shocked to see that on one of the major cable stations, there was a promo for my silly reality TV show.The voic... over was by some gravely voiced dude. I had no idea who he was, or if he was supposed to be someone I should know. "Maxine Stone is a real Private Eye, not some TV show bullshit," he said. "If you want to know what her life is like, take a look at the old web TV shows. They were made of her real life last year. If you already know, then hang on. " I think good old Whitney's body will make a nice warm-up." The transformation sped up. Tucker felt his mind changing with every growth of a part.***Whitney heard a loud, pleasure-filled moan emanate from Tucker's room. She was down the hall in the dining room. The moan called to something deep within her. Almost uncontrollably, she stood up and headed for Tucker's room. Sherry emerged from her bedroom as Whitney neared the end of the hall. She obviously heard it too.They both stood in front. The was a washing basket in the corner. I could see Danny’s clothes in there on the top, but something poking out from under his clothes piqued my interest. Something pink and lacey. I reached in and pulled out the freshly worn panties. I had never held anything like them before. They felt so soft and sensual. My little cock stood immediately to attention. I turned the panties over in my hand, admiring them as I started to rub my cock. I automatically brought the panties up to my nose and. She is tall, wears 4" heels and tight black pants, and has longblack hair. It is Miss Vicki, the owner of the salon. "What have we gothere?" she says with a smile. You mumble your name and then she sees thechemicals on your clothing, especially your pants. In fact the chemicalhas begun to burn a little and you begin to squirm uncomfortably. Miss Vicki says, "Quickly darling, come with me," and hustles you off toher office, which is also the private salon where Miss Vicki caters toher own.