It wasn't a clip-on, but close to it--it was pre-tied, and hooked together on the side.She adjusted it so that it sat flush against the collar button,... foldeddown the starchy, scratchy collar, and then fastened the little collarbuttons, securing the bow at my throat.I sighed, and turned to the mirror again. My hair was still fluffed, myearrings still sparkly, my eyebrows still narrow and feminine, and now,for the next few hours, everybody who looked at me would see my faceframed by this silly,. “Hi,” Emma began, “I’m Emma. I don’t know if you rememb-”Amelia cut her off with a hearty laugh.“Oh, I remember you! I hope you don’t think that stripping my customers and shoving butt-plugs in them in the middle of my store is an every day occurrence.”Emma chuckled awkwardly.“So what can I help you with?” Amelia asked, tenting her fingers on the counter in front of her.Emma took a deep breath and let it out. She was very comfortable around Jess, Aaron, and Brent, but Amelia was still basically. It wasn’t long before I felt the startof my climax and I held onto her long hair. Then itstarted and I felt the first spurt leave my cock. Shegagged but didn’t open her lips as spurt after spurtflowed into her mouth. She was swallowing as fast asshe could and by God she didn’t lose a drop. I pulled out of her mouth and reached down and loosenedthe ropes on her wrists. She straitened up and couldn’thelp licking her lips to see if any was dripping. I told her to put the. She was mighty fine for a woman in her late thirties. A pair of nice titties filled out her blouses, and her ass was only a little too plump, but that added some nice curves to her. Heather would be a lucky gal if she looked half as hot as her momma in fifteen years. I bet I could slip into bed and fuck her without even waking up her husband Elvis.The thought of fucking a woman next to her passed-out husband sent a dark thrill through my body; my pecker seemed to ache even more. I slipped out.