Before he told me I could get back in my car, he told me again that he was sorry for the inconvenience, and then he proceeded to tell me that he was "...getting ready to get off." And I responded by asking, "with all due respect sir, are you ready to get off of your shift tonight, or are you going to get off in your pants." His response was, "I thought you had balls buddy, and my answer is the second thing you mentioned. And I noticed that you look like you are about ready to get off too, if you. .."She laughed at my gasp of horror at her revelation"Yes that's right you are going to be permanently bonded to your newrubber skin"I should have stopped her but realized mistresses hypnotic commands werekeeping me passive. As she smoothed the rubber skin over my thighs andbottom I realized they were padded giving me a feminine shape. I lookeddown as she fumbled with my flaccid cock. She was pushing both cock andballs into a tiny rubber pouch, positioning the head of my cock so that itpopped. We both make a decent living, me in the stone business, her as a part time masseuse for a chiropractor in town, we struggle from time to time, but we get by, own a fairly nice home. I work hard, I don't drink too much, gave up pot years ago, I never cheated , only blemish on our clean marriage was a bout I had gambling on sports or just about anything else, I almost lost everything, I swore to give it up and did for years (hard to do with the mohegan Sun 20 minutes away), even had to give up. Now Victoria was here, in front of the restaurant Gianni had chosen for their meeting, and she didn't know what to expect. What did Gianni want of her? Did he want to blackmail her into doing something for him? Would he remind her that she owed him her freedom? This past year had been good for her, she had regained her self-confidence and self-worth, but still, she was uneasy about meeting him without knowing beforehand what he wanted.Oh well, here I am now. It can never be as bad as the.