But even so I immediately knew what it was. It wasn’t that school boy gaze of lust that every girl lives with. His look said three very clear things...: I was a woman, he wanted to fuck me, and -- maybe most importantly -- he knew that I knew that’s what he was thinking. An adult was wanting to fuck me not like a girl but like a woman, which means he’d actually wait for me to come, probably.What he didn’t know then -- and what I suddenly and firmly did -- was that he would. And I would.“I guess. Much-needed solitude of the forest after a long day at the office. Time for self-reflection, meditation, enjoyment of nature... and to ogle that jiggling set of boobs.Come again?Full stop; just enough force on the front brake so the bike doesn't flip.He turns around. Eyes confirm what he absent-mindedly observed from in front: what a delectable posterior in those anthracite leggings. That salmon hoodie, however... not exactly his cup of tea. But these luscious, thick thighs... What was that. This must have beenextremely painful for the shemales as the razor sharp pins of thechastity tube dug deep into the poor shemales penis.On the very rare occasion where a new client continues to rebel, so farI've only had 11 in 7 years, further punishments are warrented. Stephen,now Melissa is a prime example and she was the hardest client tocontrol. Despite the dozens of times we used the electric shocktreatment on her and on ten separate occasions we gave her at least 100strokes of the cane. Doris told him that she is a published author of stories that have a romantic theme to them. That rang a bell with Steve and he remembered seeing her name as the author on some pocket books when he was looking for something to read. He did admit to her that he hadn’t read any of her books as his taste ran more to the CIA or courtroom drama type of books.The golfing was fine with Steve’s team posting a twelve under par score which didn’t even merit an honorable mention. The winning score was.