She straightened up slowly, to make sure she could support herweight on her weak knees. they held and she realized she hadn’t washedher hair yet... She grabbed the shampoo and gave her long brown hair aquick once over and rinsed. She turned off the water and grabbed atowel to dry off. “Ahhh!” She yelped as the towel hit her very sensitive nipples,“I’ll have to be careful with those for a while,” she thought. Shestepped out of the shower into the colder air of. It was a far more complicatedand intimidating device than the helmet I had been put into that firstday."This is your isolation helmet. It locks onto the steel collar of thecorset. There is no way you can remove it and you will not be able to seeor hear anything while it is in place. Now put the ball in your mouth.Quick!!!"Trembling and not knowing what might happen if I resisted, I did as I wastold. There were tears of fear and apprehension in my eyes. But they wereignored as the heavy leather. Sit on the sofa with him. Make out with him. Let him feel you up. Let him finger fuck you, undress you. I want him to take you upstairs and fuck you. I want you to have orgasms with him. I want you to let him cum in you while you're kissing him and holding him tight. And I want you to do it more than once. Lots more than once.”She looks down at the floorboard, crying softly. “This just isn't right,” she says. “It just isn't fair. I know he wants me, and I want him to, but this could ruin us.... '"Well," she said. "I'm queer. Men aren't to my taste. So I don't take my work home." Her right hand went down to squeeze my bottom. "You're a... lesbian," I said, saying the word aloud for the first time." Yeah," she said. "And I got the idea you might be a little strange yourself. You're too pretty not to have a boy hanging around if you wanted one."I clammed up, I. didn't know what to say. Part of me was thrilled she thought I was pretty. And I'd always felt pretty but I felt like a.