In front of me was a woman with dark blonde hair, dressed professionally. She was typing away on a computer, behind a desk.I tried to raise my head, b...ut daggers hit my temples. "Aagh!" I cried out.The lady looked up. "You're awake. Good." She smiled warmly, but her eyes had a look of contempt."Where ... am I?" I managed to get out."You are in my office. I'm Jennifer Madsen. I'm in charge of starting up this facility."And you are Tim Sewell, son of Miranda Sewell, a member."Jennifer stood up and. I'mnot mad at you, I understand that you are conflicted inside and I knowthis is hard for you but it is for your own good. You need nice clothesfor your new job. No, that's not entirely true, but I insist that youhave pretty clothes for your new job. Since we have both agreed thatyou are a sissy and not a man then it would be silly for you to eitherbe dressed as a real man or buy clothes that a real man would. Think oftoday like this if it helps, you don't have a choice because you. As soon as he was done getting repositioned in it, she moved between his legs and announced, "Now it's YOUR turn!" With that, she took his soft cock in her hands and mouth and began breathing life back into it. As it warmed and grew in her mouth, she used her lips, teeth and tongue to tease and excite him more. His moans of pleasure encouraged her to continue her technique and gave her a renewed sense of confidence in her ability to please him. Soon, she had him fully erect and when she let it. Miles and I kept Mel sandwiched between us for what felt all too short but was probably actually close to half an hour of taking turns thrusting into her. Still, with all the raunchy sensations around us, including the thick, hot air, the smell of sex, the feeling of our sweat's dripping and mingling together all joined with the sound of balls' slapping against Mel's taint and the wild creaking of the bed beneath us, it took a lot of stamina and determination to hold off an orgasm. Once Miles.