" he announced.I chuckled softly. "No. You're not allowed." Grant nodded and remained on the sofa where we sat watching movies. His right foot began ...to bounce. "I need to pee." Again I denied him that right. I knew what he was doing. He was fully aware of my love for being in control and how much desperation turned me on. We had discussed once how I really wanted to see someone do that in person, to have that sort of control over someone. I'd seen the various videos of the girls so. I noticed he was watching Jay as she walked around to the rear passenger door of our car to change out of her muddy boots. As she was bending over, he continued to watch her backside, which looked gorgeous in her tight leggings.I told her she was being watched and her exhibitionism streak kicked in. Instead of just removing her boots she decided to also change out to her leggings, which had also become muddy at the bottom.Our man in the car nearby was treated to his own little private. I went to the mens department and tried on Cargo pants. There was a subtle different in the fit. When I found that a pair of boy's 26 inch waist cargo pants fit me and that my ass looked different in them. I knew that I was on to something. I even bought a pack of boys undershirt type tee shirts. I got some that would measure 32 chest. They would be tight on me, but that was a good thing. I bought a wide elastic bandage to try out my breast flattening. The old bind your breast trick. I also. Still, my boss’ bonus was going to be affected if the reports weren’t re-submitted correctly by Monday morning, as I had just learned in the ass-chewing that I got that Friday afternoon. That meant that the whole office would have to spend their Saturday re-creating the missing data so that the spreadsheets would be corrected by Monday’s opening. I was also told, in no uncertain terms, that some sort of disciplinary action towards Therese would be expected. Thankfully, the promise of over-time,.