? You agreed.?If you don?t complete the deal I?m not giving you a penny, got that?? ?You bastard!? I?ll tell Trevor.? He?ll come ?round here and take ...it out ofyour face, you twat!? ?He won?t come anywhere near here, if he does the police will pick him up straightaway.? No, he won?t take it out of myface, but he might just take it out of yours.? She looked up sharply at this, a cloud offear passed over her thin face.? Clearlyour friend Trevor was somewhat lacking in sophisticated motivational. He didn't give me much time for preparations.'Strip!' he ordered with his stern voice.I was bewildered.'But, why, master?' I managed to ask.'You are to be taken to the slave pens.''No, master, that must be some mistake, I am free.'I felt my cheeks blush.'You are the property of master Firul and will be taken to the slave pens on his behalf.''I am not the property of master Firul, master, that is a mistake.''Will you strip or shall I order my men to strip you?''But, please, master, I do not. Then she exploded as waves of orgasmic pleasure pulsated through her body. Her hips were thrusting incredibly fast as I worked to keep licking and stoking wanting her to enjoy every possible feeling of sexual joy. Her moans had become screams and then moans again. She pulled me to her face and kissed me madly her tongue thrusting in and out of my mouth. “That is wonderful, “she said. “Now, it’s your turn”. She sat up and grabbed my swollen cock and began licking it and then sucking the. The feeling wasstunning, it wasn't a release but I did feel more comfortable, more whole,more turned on than I have ever been. The rest of the afternoon was ablur, all I thought about was the panties, but no mater how good it felt,I was so scared. Every look, every gesture people made towards me feltlike people knew. I was sure they were talking about me, but I couldn'ttake them off, this was the new me.I carried on like this for a few days, wearing panties of all styles andall colours. I.