" I said"What did you have in mind?" Wilma asked."I'm thinking dog house to celebrate. It sounds like the kind of thing that only a hot dog could do j...ustice," I said."Lucy, I know you think this is a joke, but it could lead to some serious money," she said."Wilma, do I look like the type to go through all that model bullshit, I mean some college kid wanted to draw me and then draw me nude. Then I did some things for you, but that's not New York runway stuff." Okay make light of it, but mark my. The paper work was filled out and Mrs. Wilson signed the papersthrough her tears."Please turn around ma'am and put your hands behind your back," theuniformed woman said. She then handcuffed Mrs. Wilson's hands behindher back and led her through a door to the prep area."Don't do this to me," she whined as she was taken further back intothe prep room.Sarah could do nothing at this point to help Mrs. Wilson. Seldom didshe have clients have such emotional break downs, but it was anextremely. If you are looking for deepcharacterization or nuanced subplots, move on. This tale is not for you.I love exploring verbal humiliation alongside being dressed.This is what I call One-Handed Reading. It is an exploration of myfantasies involving crossdressing. Sometimes it is sweet, sometimes it issexual. And while many of them involve teen-aged characters, they aremerely manifestations of my own psyche, glimpses of my deepest fantasies.I would never condone anything like this happening in real. Her moans continued like a broken record with each deep thrust, keeping on beat with the smack of my balls against her ass. Feeling the need to release once again, I slowed my pace as I repetitively pulled my cock nearly all the way out before ramming back into her, keeping it nestled deep inside. After a good minute of this, my cock cumbersomly slipped out. Instead of plowing back into her ass, my cock ran downwards, back into her tight warm pussy, causing Rachel to let out a loud ghastly.