"He stared at the woman dryly, not recalling her name. He just stood there wondering why she had stopped him. She looked like someone familiar but he ...couldn't place the woman."It's me, Estelle," her eyes softened with a pitiful look. "Come with me," she took him by the hand.He looked at her blankly. He just wanted to go to mission for his soup."We've got to get you something to eat," she stated, leading him across Michigan Avenue to the underground parking. She managed to get him into her car. .some are more equal than others ...Mary took over, producing a dildo and ignoring me, soon having my lovely Pat over the coffee table.Well it was all very stimulating but it was not quite what my overheated brain had in mind. I tried, by god how I tried, but the big blond bitch kept wiggling her butt so I couldn’t get a purchase, and grunting that I need to “take that bloody great thing away!”Fortunately Pat took pity on me and did a pretty good blow job and that at least took the edge off. I was surprised. While I was obviously a man in a dress, I didn't look too bad, and it surely felt good! For the rest of the morning we could hardly keep our hands off each other, taking every opportunity to touch, caressing the silky fabric, waiting as our passion built. I was getting really excited, and could feel my cock growing beneath the pressure of my corset. She continually teased me as we went about the domestic routines of housekeeping, telling me in great detail what she would do to. I was mad. I was just losing it.He makes me stop. He makes me get down on my knees. He makes me shut up. Shut up Matt! I shut up quickly and anxiously.He says everything is ok.He slowly helps me undress. A sub takes my clothes from me. He says, 'You don't need those.'He helps me back to my knees. Open please. Everyday was more conversation about how it was so much better here. I never realized he was grooming me. I was enjoying myself so much as I was being brainwashed. I was becoming.