A throaty chuckle behind her."You can't get away," he said. As if to prove his point, his cock started to creep into her. One rough hand on her smooth...lower back, preventing her from rising, the other keeping the tether from ever growing slack.Every struggle resulted in her closer to him, more and more penetrated. Scrabbling forward choked her, pausing gave her less leash. Inch by inch he entered her, her every move serving to make the line shorter.Renee kept fighting him, because she couldn't. .. all right a GIRL! There, I've finally said it even if only in a dream. Alright, now I know what my nature really is. I want a lovely bosom and a shapely bottom. I want men falling all over themselves over me. Jerry is the phony and Vanessa is real. This was a little scary. The following week, we all went shopping again, after my shots, and this time I got some slips, a camisole and a couple teddies and a pair of decidedly girls loafers with a ghillie tie at the vamp for work. It's. Finally,she admitted she didn't want to drive out alone. "Its always betterwith you" she said as she cuddled up to me. I was done, and I knew it.So here I was, back in Wayzata a few hours after I had left.We sat and enjoyed a drink with Marty and heard the tales of his tripto Washington, where he had met with members of the Senate over themost recent tariffs on U.S. agriculture products by foreign countries."The man is taking us down the crapper" Marty said emphatically. Jennyand I giggled. This was obviously nothing out of the ordinary forthem as well."What..." I began, nearly choking on the word uttered in my new altovoice. "What have you done to me?" I should think the answer would be rather obvious, Ms. Reynolds," hereplied."Who?" Ms. Reynolds," he repeated. "That is your name now. You are AliciaSue Reynolds - Ally to your friends. It's all in your purse overthere."He nodded at the defendant's table. There, next to my bemusedattorney, was a tan leather purse, very close in.