Her dress left hanging on the seat. Diane stormed off distraught looking for Gretchen a shoulder to cry on. Forgetting that her only clothes were a be...spoke bondage bra, suspender belt and stockings with high heels for a submissive. "GRETCHEN ! Where are you?" Gretchen was standing in her quickly thinking what to do. She grabbed the harness with the big rubber cock from it's hiding place and stepped in to it. Adjusted the straps and waited. The door burst open."Gretchen! " Diane sobbed as she. Yet was it really any moreimpossible than my own strange transformation?In something of a daze, I wandered over to Gosh!, picked up Peter'sstanding order, then made my way back to the tube station and home. I spentthe entire journey going over and over what I'd seen - or, actually, *not*seen - and wondering what if anything I should tell Peter. I still hadn'tdecided by the time I arrived home and found Tara sitting in the kitchen,texting on her phone."Hello, Tara!" I said, delighted to see. Celeste had called me at work. She had sounded excited."Hurry home, I've got a surprise for you."It was our night together, a time randomly chosen, away from the busy lives we led. I looked forward to that time we spent.The music was soothing and it relaxed me. I had had a long day and it was nice to sit back and chill out. All the while, I wondered what she had for us this evening. Tonight was her night. Celeste had become quite good at planning our trysts.On the round oak table, placed in the. She caressed his hair with her soft hands, sliding them down his neck to the buttons of his shirt. She unbuttoned them for him, and he shrugged off his jacket and shirt. She let her hands wander to his crotch, and he inhaled sharply. She giggled, but simply undid his button and zipper for him. He stepped out of his pants and stood nude before her. She inspected his body with something akin to wonder. His body was large and sinewy, there was nothing feminine about him. His arms and shoulders.