Her attacker was pressed against her pinning her to the tree with her arms locked in a tight grip behind her back.The arm holding them in place shifte...d and she felt a hand dip into the pocket of her jeans where she had the elastics. She suddenly realised she must have been followed all the way from the club and in her moment of anger she struggled and jerked her head back, connecting hard with her my face. I cursed and pushed into her hard, pulling the elastics from her pocket. All the air was. Cooper" I was back to "Ms. Wolcott".I was settled in now, and comfortable, if not happy. I had made friends, I even went on a couple of dates. Of course my increasingly prominent belly didn't make for great slow dancing, much less any sexual offers. So I continued to sleep alone and rock my own boat. As good as I was getting with my fingers though, I missed having someone else rock me.Then one morning I was adding up sales figures and searching for an invoice I could not find, my feet were. I was allowed to open my case full of my magazines so She could copy poses from my Spick & Spans, as I couldn't tell Her what poses I liked - I could hardly speak at all, I was so nervous. I'd never shown anyone, let alone a lovely model, my magazines, full of pervy captions and cartoons (and other, things). As She looked at the mag, held open at the page with a lovely pose, I was very nervous and limp, then when She went to copy the pose, I was very excited and stiff. It was the 3rd or 4th. I first worked my way into a bra and panties. Then I pulled on the long thermal suit made for a teenage boy. After the thermal suit it was heavy weight jeans, yes they come in different weights now, and a thick wool shirt. The shirt was Air Force Blue, because it had been part of a uniform I wore many years before. I had saved it like a few other things, just because I liked the way it looked on my oddly shaped body. Dressed with all the clothes, I was beginning to lose any shape I had. That in.