Miss Sharon warned me not to get my hopes up. She had two of her girlfriends over to spend the night. All night I'd served them. Drinks. Food. Whatever they wanted. And now, as they were preparing for bed, my role continued, even though it was difficult to be so close to their sultry beauty. I understood my role and was thankful Miss Sharon permitted me to watch her play with her girlfriends.
But still, a sissy can dream. Can't she?
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