This was a busy looking city, and I was stood outside dressed as a woman! As this dawned on me, I also began to think about my freedom. I could make a... run for it, shout to a stranger, get someone to call the police.... "I wouldn't" Adam's voice cut through my thoughts. "Be a good girl, and no one will have to visit your old family. Besides, look at you, who would ever believe you were a prisoner. You're hardly chained up, you look like a secretary who loves to show herself off! Now, come here". They hugged, pressing their naked bodies together and smelling each other. She fondled his balls with her hands and he caressed her breasts, kissing them and then kissing her face. He put his fingers into her, feeling her wetness and making her gasp, digging her nails into his back. She felt his tongue on her clitoris, teasing it and then she put her tongue on the head of his penis, lapping her tongue over it and as a result tasting some of his salty semen in her mouth. He kissed her again. ‘Is it possible I might not be like the other men who’ve interviewed you?’ Eric continued. ‘Isn’t it possible I might be able to conduct a good interview?’ ‘Ah…I…I suppose,’ Ms. Abrams said. ‘I mean…it…you might do…a…a fair job.’ ‘And I suppose the fact that I was smiling might not mean that I’m laughing at you,’ Eric said. ‘Well,’ Ms. Abrams said. Then she frowned. ‘I want to be taken seriously,’ she said. ‘What I’ve got to say is important.’ ‘If you’d let me finish the interview, maybe I can. The two nurses smiled as they looked at me, lying there, naked from the waist down, with the thermometer sticking out of my bum. Dawn left the living room and opened the front door, walking the short distance to where her car was parked and retrieving her long hockey stick bag, in which she had packed her spanking implements.On her return, Stephanie had removed the thermometer from my bottom, shook it vigorously in her right hand and shook her head at the older, blonde-haired woman.“Spot on.