The fact that She would be there to watch(and no doubt contribute to) her debasement as she titty-fucked "MasterRick" (her stomach turned at just the ...thought of His name, let alonewhat she'd be made to do) was too much. she had NEVER encounteredanother male in any way involving her sissihood, until the sissybeauticians who had 'done' her hair earlier, but even they didn't countcompared to this! The humiliation at just the thought was unbearable..."That was great Lorraine!' said Joy, once again. "Tell them to go away," the woman said clearly, her voice remarkably steady and vibrant. She looked a perfect mess: hair unkempt, clothes dirty and ragged, feet bare. There was a heavy band of iron about one of her ankles and a long chain coiled near her feet. It was fastened to a turnbolt driven into one of the bottom logs near the middle of the room. Around her neck was a more narrow iron collar, fastened with a large bolt that sat beneath her chin. I had seen "dog collars" like that before. Here’s your cell phone. It’s fully charged. Do you know how to drive a manual transmission?’ Sorrel answered, ‘I was weaned on one.’ ‘Good.’ Said Fletcher, ‘I want you to take me into town and drop me off at, let’s say the corner of Maple Street and Graveyard Avenue. Then I want you to drive away. Keep your cell phone on so we can talk. At some point I’m going to tell you to stop. OK?’ Sorrel answered, ‘How do you know I won’t just try to drive off?’ Fletcher smugly rebuffed her, ‘You won’t. Hard. My tongue ceased moving against her cunt as I moaned. As my body shook with pleasure, she leaned down and kissed me deeply. He continued to thrust gently inside me as he played with my breasts.She reached down and fingered my wet clit, I moaned and came again. Harder this time. They kissed as I squirmed below them.He felt my body relax and moved down to lap up my juices as she resumed kissing me and began to play with my breasts herself.I knew at this point that I couldn’t take much.