Renay explained that she’d dated an airline pilot (Phil) for a couple of years after her divorce, and moved in with him. He had a three bedroom hous...e, and rented one of the other bedrooms to another pilot. Phil was very sexy, and a great lay, Renay said, - and they had frequent sex when he was home, which wasn’t that often. He had no problem with Renay dating other guys, as he understood his absence would leave her horny a great deal of the time. One thing led to another on one of those times. Not sure what to do now, Penny closed the door behind her. The indignation that she had summoned seemed to fizzle out of her since there was nowhere to direct it – Mistress Catherine wasn't even looking at her. Her mind regrouping, Penny looked around the room.The lighting was dim without being so dark that the room would seem creepy or uninviting. A large therapist's couch was stretched against one wall, and a bookshelf filled the other. On that bookcase were the requisite medical tomes, but. I was even starting to push back to meet his thrusts. My captor stopped his thrusts and just let me rock back and force my ass onto his dick. He took off my blindfold. As my eyes adjusted, out of the corner of my eye I saw his shirt get tossed and then a strange gauze like flesh tone fabric in a wound up ball. Next the hat was tossed in front of me. When I turned to look back, I got a very hard slap across my ass. I kept my eyes forward. Without warning a deep buzz and vibration began emanating. She found one of his shirts and a pair of blue jeans. Putting them on, she shrugged the jeans over her swelling hips and found they fit her rather tightly, but she was afraid to take more time to look for a larger pair. Next, she found one of Donnie's old baseball type hats and put it on, trying to tuck up her long, auburn hair to confine it, somewhat. One of her brother's windbreakers completed her outfit. A womanly glance in the mirror told her that she had not really made a transformation..