He knew it was probably a bad idea for some reason, and remembered his father's admonition to be careful, but he justified it by telling himself that ...he probably wouldn't even use it anyway. And even if he did, it would only be on cheerleader types who clearly wanted to go further with him already, just to help them get past their inexperience and inhibitions. Plus, if Amy was any indication, the football's effects would probably help them fill out their cheerleading outfits a bit more as well.. Andthey held all the cards, I remembered. With me in their clutches likethis, miles from nowhere and no record of having visited, they could doanything they wanted, even dispose of me completely, and no one wouldever know!"That's better." Janet softened a bit as I hugged myself pitifully, "Nowjust wait there while we have Lunch and decide just how you're going topay for your crimes!"TWO MONTHS LATER>>>>The water was cold. And slimy. My pencil-thin-high heels sunk into themuck at the bottom,. I cry out “Master!!!…I’m sorry!!” I pant out as my master does the same to the other nipple, while sliding his other hand beneath my chin forcing me to look up. Master pauses briefly,…”Sorry for what my Pet?” As my master says this his grip is ever tightening in both hands. My throat is fully exposed to my Master, as my spine bows forward from the overwhelming sensations from my chest. I begin to beg..” Im sorry Master …for not thank you properly …..” I gasp out as your fingers sink further. Prettyman?s uniqueness was pretty obvious, pretty early.At our wedding, he wore a prettier wedding gown and lingerie than Idid. With higher heels.Chronologically, I was shocked, appalled and aroused.Really aroused.I had never been in a coital situation with a woman and never intendedto be.But Mr. Prettyman isn?t a woman. He lives 153 hours of each week as aman. And 15 hours with me ? as an almost woman.And he?s good at it.So good that when the Panty Polygamy manager who married us said,.