? I replayed the scenes over and over, feeling more indignant each time.? Seriously?? Wear your sexiest bra and panties?? What the FUCK?? I’ll show ...that crazy cunt she can’t just tell me what to do.??I don’t know why I had expected otherwise, but when I walked into my office she was waiting for me with a notepad.? The pen moved furiously across the page, and I felt like I was being sized up, like a piece of meat.? ?So Barbie, it’s time for the results of the first experiment, did you wear your. She took my hand and forcedit under her coat rubbing it against her large fleshy arse, ''YOULIKE!'' she said as if ordering. I looked down as if in shame and sawthat her silk knickers were stretched at the front to a bursting pointwith an enormous erection. It was all too much, my cock startingjerking and I was spitting spunk onto the grass and down my legs. Themadness was over, sanity seemed to return and I couldn’t believe whereI was.Part 3 Well the madness was over for me anyway but not her,. It fell to the ground. Her breasts were full and firm, the nipples in a brown areola. She really didn’t need a bra.“Remove your slacks.”She unfastened the button and pulled them down her legs and off.“Remove the panties.”She hesitated. She was breathing heavily now, and I saw a slight tremble. Her eyes teared. Was she regretting the situation she agreed to?I spoke. “No. Don’t. I don’t want you to be afraid. I just wanted to soak in your beauty. But you don’t have to do it if you don’t. "So, what do I do?" she asked rhetorically. "Find some Lesbian off adating site and hope they don't freak out when I become a man the nextmorning?" she asked."I would not advise doing that," I said and cracked a smile. "Isuggest getting a Lesbian prostitute." No, it has to be someone I trust. That prostitute is going to go tothe press," she said."Then pay her off," I said as if it were that easy."You have a lot of funny ideas of what the rich can and cannot do," shesaid and took another.