He smiled, beamed really, “Have I got the man for you. Agent Clint Callahan. New Yorker, New York Agent. He’ll love it. Best of all, he’s sharp....Won’t overplay his role. Won’t go all diva on you.”“Tell me about him.”“Quiet guy, but he delivers. Wouldn’t be in the New York office otherwise. He’s a Supervisory Special Agent. Which in our rat’s nest of an organization chart means he’s just one rank below the Assistant Special Agent-in-Charge.”Boy, am I glad I had my own little company.Ash trusted. But of course you will, dear. We will make sure of that. To continue..."Rule 4: You will be dressed in panties, corset and stockings at all times. You will wear shoes or boots with nothing less than 4" heels. You will be completely shaved at all times. This means everywhere. And I mean everywhere. You have a very nice thicket of hair on your head. Ms. Blue, will you get the mirror and show it to sissyuseless?"John Phillips took his eyes off the mesmerizing woman before him and watched the lady. Laura didn't have long to wait. Soon, Tamara's smooth fingers pressed a handful of KY against Laura's little brownie and then traced smaller and smaller circles to the center.'Oh God, here it goes!' Laura thought, as she felt a finger at the mouth of her tight opening. Nothing had ever penetrated her there before and Laura dreaded how it would feel. Everything she had heard before led her to believe that not only was it painful, but it was sinful as well.The finger pressed against the tight. I couldn’t help but notice what she was wearing. She had on a loose tank top and some very loose fitting terry cloth shorts. Her nipples were clearly visible and when she would shift in her chair her pussy would peek out of those shorts. I knew that nothing was going to happen, as her son was due home soon, but still, I was enjoying the view. She told me a few days later that she had noticed me enjoying the view. Her son came in and went off to bed while we continued to talk.I finally got up.