Her shirt resembledthe one on the rack in the sports department, with some motivationalslogan he didn't read for fear of staring at it too long."Yeah.... Back to staring at couples too timid to go straight for thecondoms and hide it under some seemingly normal things," he said with aroll of his eyes. It was Becky's turn to giggle, and she replied, " Well,when you're done staring at couples trying to get it on, maybe we can getlunch or something during your lunch break. But if not, maybe I'll. ” I replied.I followed her out to her car and mine was parked a few spaces away. After a short drive we arrived in a quiet neighborhood, and seemly mostly deserted in the middle of a work day. I hopped out of my car and followed her inside. “Have a seat Tam, I'll get us a couple of glasses and open a bottle of of Pinot Noir I have.” she called over her shoulder as she headed for the kitchen. Looking around her house it was tastefully decorated, lots of plants, some comfortable furniture, not. I was still trying to come to grips with what had happened to me, and now the look of unfamiliarity on the faces of the women I loved was another blow. "I'm ... s ... scared..."I never stuttered. Never. Maybe once, in a blue moon with my breath highly visible and no jacket did I stutter and that was only a physical reaction. But here I was, fighting for each word, feeling a chill running through me despite the warmth of the blanket I had yanked around my naked form. Or was it Eimear's form? I. "I begged her to not humiliate me further, but she put her arm around myshoulders and steered me in to my kitchen. I told her the house hadcameras installed to watch me and she laughed."Well good let's let the Mistress of the house see how well you tip thedelivery driver. Now get me cup of coffee and kneel behind me I want aspecial treat after riding on the bumpy country roads."She lowered her slacks and panties and ordered me to give her an allover tongue bath on her muscular bottom. As I.