He was so well hung. His cock should never have fit in there but he’d pushed it in and did as he pleased. Sipping coffee she now reflected on how it...had transpired.John had told her he wanted to take her out for an evening and have her to himself and she’d schemed and made fake plans to go with a coworker to a convention so she could meet him. He’d been a perfect gentleman at dinner and the banter and dirty talk had made her horny. As they finished their meal he'd been in his phone texting back. I was James Burton but at the present I was only a name, the girl controlled movement and action. I remembered the man penetrating her and me last night. The feeling of ecstacy as I had felt a female orgasm. I felt shame, I was not a faggot but the feeling of the man's cock inside me had felt so good.The bedroom door opened and my head turned towards it. I felt the smile spread across my face as two girls bounded in. "Hi Sarah, did you have a good time last night?" Yes, it was not a bad. I almost did.Then they cheered. Not jeered, cheered. They ran to me, dragged me in themiddle of the reception area, cooed over my outfit and complemented me on"what a beautiful sissy girl" I made. Pictures, posing... Every detail ofmy outfit was poured over, my big sexy breasts, my tiny corseted waist,my shiny stockings, and when they raised my skirt and found my chastitycage and pink crystal plug - the level of cooing wend to the insanelevel, now mixed with heavily sexual tones. I just stood. This was just belly-busting-my-God-what-a dick laughter.It was the most profound humiliation I could have ever been made to feel and I loved her for it.Then she pulled her Ms. Stern act together and said, "Anyone who looks as stupid as you has to be punished. Bend over and drop your panties."She smacked my ass with a wooden spoon a few times, and then she went in the freezer for fresh ice cubes to put in her drink. Next thing I knew, my panties were pulled up and I had a handful of ice cubes.