"What the hell is going on? You've not thrashed any more cleaners have you Karen?" She quickly filled him in making sure he understood they had refuse...d to obey her instructions."Save them Bob, she was going to make them fuck people they didn't want to and she was going to separate us tonight and let Sidney fuck me. They asked her ever so nicely and..." Pauline tried to have her say but Karen cut in sharply. "They refused when I wouldn't change my mind and then locked themselves in. We can break. Back for the black skirt, red blouse, and 4 inchblack high heels. Lastly my long hair wig, jewelry and false nails. I'moff to my therapist. Wonder if I should share this experience with her?As I sit here all femmed up I can't forget the experience I'm going torelate.When I was about 13 I remember hearing that a student had been caughtsucking himself off in the restroom at school. While we all laughedabout it, in a conversation with a friend he said "Hey, I know my dickis clean and if I could. This she had eagerly agreed too and they made love prior to her getting for the evening. “Well I’m almost home and if I call we will just fight.” She said to herself as she pondered returning Stephens call. Stephen was at home waiting for Christine to text, call, send an email….something. He was a little angry, concerned, curious and aroused. He was a guy of average build and took measures to take care of himself. He stood about 5’11”, weighed just shy of 200lbs and was, much to Christine’s. A part probably best termed resistance. Looking into her mesmerised eyes he followed this subtly changing dynamic taking place deep within her enslaved soul. Helplessly, she moved up and down his shaft bringing him close to climax. Roughly, he pulled her up by her hair. Her follicles became a conduit for a debilitating pleasure to run all through her mind. She felt so helpless as he spun her round like a toy and pushed her up onto the desk. Urgently now he pulled up her skirt and tore down her.