As the tour drew to an end, I told her I had not yet shown her the holding room that was located just a couple floors down. Eager to learn more about ...my office, she quickly followed me down the stairs to the suite we used to hold our old equipment. The room was a sunny one, with wall length windows that provided a fantastic view of the busy street located just a few floors below us. What’s more, this suite didn’t have a single office in it, giving me plenty of time to make my move! I think that. I turned father so that his back was to theseat. "Priscilla, you are the first but not the last to be installedinto this machine. You will not enjoy this experience. You are notsupposed to. You are a sissy. This is how sissies are to be treated. Nowyou must say: Please strap be into this machine and make me the sissy Ihave always known myself to be.Father looked at each of us. Then he looked at Amelia and said: "Pleasestrap be into this machine and make me the sissy I have always knownmyself. Mary signed the tab. ‘Right,” she said, pouring each of them a glass, “spill the beans Esme.”“Well it was a few years ago,” Esme began, “my husband had booked a holiday in Jamaica as an anniversary present, one of those luxury beach lodges, it was beautiful. Believe it or not, l had a decent figure in those days. Anyway, we were on the beach, l was wearing my bikini when Jack suggested l go topless, l had never done that before and at first l refused but l had had a couple of cocktails, there. Uf!I spanked her ass. Aah! She moaned.I kissed her neck and proceeded to remove her blouse. She stopped me.Beena: We don’t want someone to walk in on us, right?I nodded. She adjusted her clothes back and whispered in my ear. “Meet me in the girls’ washroom in 2 minutes.”She left the class. I didn’t want to fuck her in a dirty washroom. But I wanted to prove myself to my Queen Beena. She was waiting for me in the washroom in the same stall where she masturbated for me.Beena: I want you inside.