"Unlike most of the shops along the way, no wares filled the windows. Instead, the whole window display consisted of a single violet rose laying on a ...hite silk pillow.Intrigued, Sharon started down the steps. She was surprised to find the door locked. Perhaps the store hadn't opened yet. She was about to retrace her steps back up to the street when a buzzer sounded and the door opened with an audible click.Stepping inside the small foyer, Sharon noted a small video camera hanging from the. Traffic on the freeway was light at that hour, but Ellen knew that time wasagainst her...she couldn't risk being stopped, so kept the Mustang just a fewmiles above the speed limit. But as the DJ on the car radio gave the stationidentification and the 2 a.m. news came on, she quietly said, "Oh no."A moment later, an old truck was rolling down the freeway. Ellen was behindthe wheel; but it was Ellen, the disguised boy, not Ellen the belle of theball.He made it back at about quarter after 2, and. After a short break to allow our tongues to dance around each others, Mistress went back to making love to me, as she squeezed my tits and commented on my being a right dirty bitch. I’d been taught to be a dirty bitch, for the enjoyment of men, the best part of twenty years previously, but if it pleased Mistress, I become even dirtier, just for her. It probably wouldn’t please Mistress, however, if I changed just for her, and not for myself. Feeling the smaller rubber prick pushing its way. They had a pretty nice pool that Mrs. Akridge and her step daughter Jessie would sit out and tan by all summer. My room was on the left side of the house and i have a window on the outer wall giving me a nice view of Rachel and Jessie in their bikinis. I take advantage of this view almost everyday. Mrs. Akridge re-married about 4 months ago and her husband and Jessie moved in. Jessie is 19 and going to be a freshman in college and had just graduated when her dad married Rachel so I never had.