Jonas waswearing the same clothes he had been wearing when he entered thebuilding. He was wearing the same t-shirt and jeans. He was evenwearing the...same sneakers, but underneath it all, instead of hisunderwear, he was wearing girl's panties and a bra. The bra was littlemore than a training bra, although it was listed as a double-A cup andhad padding to give the illusion of slight breasts. He was also wearingno-show socks with his sneakers instead of the athletic socks he had onbefore.Most. The fact that someone had gone to the trouble of providing a suitable ‘mother’ for each of the Royal children didn’t really come as a surprise. However, the fact that the Royal children were being offered a choice did surprise him a little, he’d sort of figured that what was going to happen to them had been totally pre-ordained.He stepped forward and addressed the two youngsters quietly, “It may not have been made clear to you but you need to know that you will be going to be in a position that. Don’t worry; there’ll be plenty for both of us. Tonight’s clientele prefer exactly your type.”“Fat, frumpy old housewife??” you ponder.You learn days later that the place has “specialty nights.” ‘Skinny teenager night’, ‘transgender night’, ‘muscular black girl night’ – the proprietor cooks ‘em up and announces it a full week in advance. They know exactly what they’re getting.“Money?” you muse, “Hmmm, how bad can this BE?”The old young man, as if reading your mind (actually he read your face),. Trust me, once both of you know kissing well and have the experience you can lose track of time in that. I was caressing her smooth back in the black backless one piece.And her boobs which were braless as I guessed. I could see her getting hornier. One press of her boobs would match her pressing on my cock. “Fuck me now Sarfaraz.” I heard her as she hiked her dress a bit up. Smart thinking in such a place to avoid any mess.I slid down her silk red panty before going down there and doing my work.