But it was sure fun to see you get all worked up about it.”“So you’re going,” said Jill.“No. Rod French will be there,” said Cindy. She da...rted a look at me, and I remembered that Rod was the stinky finger guy. Apparently she hadn’t kicked him in the balls yet.“Of course he will,” said Mark. “He’s the star of the team.”“He thinks I’m interested in him,” said Cindy. “And I’m not, so I don’t want to encourage him.”“He did say he thought you were hot,” said Dennis. “Of course I told him he needed. Your face became a mess, black streaks of mascara mixed with tears are rolling down your cheeks, drool is dripping down the sides of your mouth and underneath it. The silence in the room is total except for the sound of you gagging and choking as I abuse your throat. You can't speak, you can't move, I allow you to simply exist and, be my fuck toy. In that moment, you are not a mother, not a woman not a wife anymore. Just a dirty slut whose body is to be used to please.As I feel I am about to. He smiled as they reappeared. The nighties fit them exactly like the one Lisa wore for him.“It doesn’t cover very much, that’s why I’ll likely wear it as a sexy dress for Dan to a club or bar,” Sandra said.“You’ve got more nerve than I imagined,” Lacey remarked.Dan was told to walk around the store with his cock fully exposed and casually stand near a few female customers without it being seen. Sandra and Susan added to the naughtiness by standing behind him and stroking his cock within sight. But none of them symbolized the absolute reality more than the drip, drip, drip of his pre-cum dribbling out and onto the floor. —Face it, sissy. You’re mine, bitch, mind, body and soul. Remember when you came to me, on the eve of your seventeenth birthday?The sissy said nothing. His master took a step toward him and put a hand over his own leather-clad crotch, where a noticeable bulge was growing. —Answer me! —yes, master, this slave remembers. —And you remember you gave yourself to me.