Like the shop, my girl is assembled from random parts. She got her long, bumpednose from a Russian Jewess, her vaguely Asian eyes from a waiter in a T...airestaurant, her narrow stooped shoulders from an old Polish tailor who workslate into the night. Her teeth, the few times I've seen them, seem to haveescaped from a British sitcom. But somehow, when she smiles, her face is morethan the sum of those parts, and she is beautiful.She is thirtyish, but her complexion is that of a child, fine-pored. "Ass swinging provocatively and plump tits jiggling, Jennifer walked away with her pussy bubbling between her thighs and her tongue already beginning to tingle for her first taste of cunt.But Tracy was already occupied.When Tracy returned to her own back yard, she was hot as a pistol, her passion aroused by the distinct possibility that she and Jennifer would soon become lovers. The fragrance of her excitement preceded her and, Major, the giant Great Dane, came bounding to meet her. His prick. He soon got the picture even though he's theoretically my boss.What we agreed was he could carry on in his job but that from now on he'd stay in his room the whole time, do his own typing etc. Meantime I'd get to be in charge of the general office – the big room where me and Cynthia, plus Dean, Donny, and the rest of the guys hung out. And Gerald the Geek, of course, let's not forget Gerald.Roger sent an email to that effect. Set it all up for me.It's worked out perfectly. We never see Roger. Anne set about styling it. She produced a thin fringe over my forehead and then pulled must of the rest back into a pony tail formed by a scrunchy. Wispy side pieces were left in front of my ears. The transformation was astounding, as long as you did not look too closely I looked like a slutty teenager. My underwear was a matching pantie and bra set in white and some crotchless black tights. I then put on a blouse, a burgundy and dark blue stripped tie, a matching somewhat scruffy blazer and a.