”“I’m in a food court, and she expects me to reveal my sexual desires out loud!”“Well, obviously I liked the...” she changed her voice to ...a murmur; “licking.”“Actually true,” she thought. “But still if I had a choice, I’d prefer Robert’s tongue.” It was a small act of defiance just to think that.“Hmmm, continue,” Ms. Brendan encouraged as she took a bite, and waved her right hand in circles to get her going, not really looking at her, busy as she was with the big bite from the chicken leg.“The. My posture is perfect - heavy, long, thick and stiff rubber corset ismaking sure of that, holding my entire torso from the armpits to thehips in its tight, unyielding, python-like grip, shaping my body intoan hourglass figure and constraining my breathing and movements to thepoint of utter helplessness. The wide collar allows just enough headmovement to use the mirrors - with some effort.I am pressing on the gas pedal with the pointed toe of my stiff, knee-high heelless rubber ballet boots,. “My goodness, everybody’s awake already?” mom said, making some scrambled eggs.I got my mug, poured myself a cup, then offered Dad a refill.“Joy, do you want more coffee?” I asked.“AHA – the gentleman strikes again. Whatever time you came in; I didn’t hear a thing – thanks kids,” dad said.As she brought the eggs to the table Mom asked, “What did you two go see anyway?”“Well,” I said, “We missed everything good, so we bought tickets for the late showing and went to dinner first.”Dad wondered. "Jerry went over and roused the groggy excuse for an old man and almostpushed him out the door, locking it behind him. He then came over toSuzanne and pulled her off the barstool and attacked her mouth with histongue. I wanted to puke from the taste of cheap booze and cigarettesbut Suzanne reciprocated and worked her tongue into his mouth. She felthis hands slide down and grab her ass and pull her closer to him. Ratherthan scream and runaway as I wanted to she ground her pelvis into hiscrotch.