The rest of the time I am Melanie! In the morning I dress as if I am going into the office. I often wear a skirt and pretty top or a dress. I alway... wear hose, my wig, full makeup and heels. When I am done working I change into something more comfortable or slutty depending on my mood. I do my shopping, go out to dinner and just about everything dressed as Melanie. A few months ago I was informed that I had to attend a conference in order to learn a new program for my work. This meant. At Alice's request Guy brought Ralph to another discharge stroking him and explaining other things to do as well, cupping Ralph's tight balls and probing in his bottom. Then he asked Alice to practice on him. She was fascinated to see the clear oil run down and coat her little hand and his hard cock as she squeezed it and stroked. She spread the slick oil over him and caressed his balls, her face close as she watched. Then he groaned and shot a stream of hot white cream over her face. Startled,. He shouldn’t be exerting himself. ‘Lacie, you’re frightening me. Open your eyes. Please, Lace. Open your eyes.’ Lacie burrowed her face into his chest. Weakly lifting her hand, Lacie pressed it to the cool fabric of his shirt. ‘Nooo… you’ll…leave…again…’ Lacie whined. ‘Lacie, open your eyes. That’s an order, pet.’ Master’s strong voice commanded. Lacie’s mind whirled. Something there was important. Master’s words meant something more. She just didn’t know what. Gasping, Lacie’s fingers curled. Tom laughed loudly, promptly finding his mouth full of water as Lisa momentarily dunked him for his lack of sympathy. "You're not helping much" she remarked, "but then what could a cripple like you do anyway?". Tom immediately realised that she must have read his notes in a great deal of detail. Such a comment would offend most, mortify many, but to him it was just a statement of fact. He was a cripple, pure and simple. Incapable of performing many of the basic tasks needed to sustain life.