"A squeaky voice piped up over the intercom next. It was the voice of the Xylotropic computer. "My dear Miss Morgan," it whined formally, "house is fu...l and the lights are going down--I am programmed to tell you at this point that you must report to the stage at once." Thanks," she snapped back coldly."Break a leg, baby--" the mad computer squealed in reply.Lenny threw a bottle of cold cream at the speaker and walked slowly to the wings. She was met there by a heavy-set figure in a trenchcoat. As he licked along the roof of her pussy, she began to writhe into his face, her toes were wiggling on his shoulders as she lost more and more control. He pulled his tongue out of her twat and wiggled it quickly against her clitoris."Ohhh yeah!" She gasped. Sometimes when she was really turned on, she talked dirty when her pussy was being eaten out. The closer she came to orgasm, the more she talked. Her feet were pulling his head further between her thighs as his tongue danced against her. That just emasculated him more.He told me when the cops came they spoke down to him. They were callinghim miss though he knew that they knew who he was. I explained to himthat he couldn't fault them based on how he looked. I mean who wouldcall him sir, I explained. I think that was the turning point for him.He stopped complaining about his job. He would tell me about his day,but he seemed to realize that he was just another girl writing ticketsfrom then on.He realized that he wasn't a man at. Freshening included a short, sheer robe and a pair of heels. “Is this what you had in mind?” she asked, smiling.“The only way it would get more interesting would be if there was less.” I replied. I squeezed some lime into the drinks and passed one over to her. “How were the kids? Did they notice I was missing?” I led the way over to the study. A half wall made it a bit more secluded, and I left the lights off in the study, making it a little more intimate.“Grim! Why do I think you have ulterior.