Fran'sMistress had warned her to be as quickly compliant with Mr. D no matterwhat he demanded. So, quickly enough Fran was down to her bra, panties,g...arters, hose and heels. "And the rest. All of it. Now."Standing naked before so commanding a presence turned Fran on and shewas only somewhat embarrassed to show it. She coyly tucked her chin andlooked up and Mr. D through her nicely done eyelashes."Head up, hands by your sides." He barked. Fran complied. Mr. D thenbegan walking around Fran. Sure, they were nice, and I was even friends with one of them, a colleague at the school where I taught, but nothing ever transpired from it. We remained friends and nothing more, and that friendship didn't seem to suffer for it. It's entirely possible to be attracted to someone, yet still maintain a purely platonic relationship with no ill effect.As I stepped out of the shower, grabbing a towel off the shelf, I found myself actually becoming flattered that Gayle would be attracted to me. I. .He could grow those suction cups saucer-sized, heating them and cupping down my back, relaxing me into an almost vegetative state. Or the same tentacle might become a cat-o-nine tail, whipping and smacking my tender ass while I stood tottering, fucking myself as he propped me up by the phalluses he had driven inside of me.He could piston more than one arm inside of me, fitting three or four tendrils in each hole, shrinking, expanding, and spiraling each round and round, spinning me around on. I stood in the doorway, watching her petit but lithe body.“How about this?” Mom held out a dress, still on its hanger. She quickly discarded it and held another in front. “Or this?”I nodded to both. Mom retrieved two more dresses while I looked confused at the dresses she had so casually tossed to the floor, quite unlike her.“This one?” she asked, holding a green dress that nicely offset her long, auburn hair.“Or this?” Mom held up a similarly colored dress made of a silkier material.I nodded,.