So I went to Fictionmania and searched for stories aboutforced crossdressing. As I read some of my favorites I bounced up anddown, driving the dildo i...nto may ass. Several times I came close tocumming but I stopped bouncing each time. I looked at the clock andrealized I'd been at it over an hour. I got up and pulled the dildo out,cleaned it, and put all my toys and the panties in the briefcase, which Ilocked and put back in the closet.I showered, dressed (with male underwear), and the rest of. No dice."My boss would still like a private word in your ear before we smooth this whole mess over. A few friendly words and everyone can go home happy. What do you say? Where can I send one of the boys to come pick you up?"Doing meetings was one of my big no-no's, but I really wanted that final half of my payment. They were firm and wouldn't budge — no meeting, no payment. After a good deal of squabbling, I finally agreed to a public meeting at an outdoor café just across from the big art. Then he would talk to us filthy telling me to look as he played with Ann’s cunt and clit, telling me to watch as she grinded against his fingers. When they were good and wet he would take his hand away and make me mouth his fingers. Ann loved to join in the dirty talk and then she pleased him by changing from calling him Daddy to calling him Master.He seemed to be able to control himself for hours (or so it seemed) and even after either one of us had bought him off he was still as stiff as if. I asked Sara if I could go in and lie down, she told me to go to her room. I took my towel so as not to get oil on the bed and went inside. Her house was big so I met no one as I went up to her room. Her room was on the back of the house and was dark with the curtains drawn. I spread out my towel on her bed and lay down in the glorious cool. A few mintues passed and I was already feeling better now that I was out of the sun. Then I heard a noise. A shadow tiptoed into the room. It was hard to.