What's up?" I have to stay late for volleyball practice today so I won't need a ride home. But can you come get me around six and take me over to the ...ollege?" Sure. What are you going to do till seven?" I can just hang around. It won't be that long by the time we get over there. There's not enough time to go home for dinner." Oh, that's right. What are you going to do for dinner?" I don't know. Maybe I can get something from the machines while I'm waiting." If I bring some meatloaf, can you. Still, it was a job and they were difficult to come by in the present climate.The office I worked in had no windows and just a glass door to bring a little light inside from the busy corridor connecting the remaining offices. It was so small I thought it must have been a storage cupboard in more prosperous times.I used to find myself closing my eyes and fantasising about how many girls had been fondled in this very room, at Christmas parties or by wayward husbands. As I lay there dreaming of. ?" Mark asked me again.I hadn't really processed it all yet. However, deep down where itmatters. "I am," I said. "I know it's crazy," I said, "but, I'm O.K." Iknelt down on the floor and put my arm around Greg."What about you?" I asked."I'm," Mark began. After a pause he said, "I'm going to order pizza."Greg looked ridiculous in that makeup. I fetched some clothes and awarm washcloth to clean Greg up.Mark sat down in the guest chair. As I washed most of the makeup off ofGreg, he opened his eyes. My phone went off as a reminder I needed to get up and stretch my master’s body. I raised my rams over my head and locked my fingers. As I looked up and curved my back into a deeper stretch, I felt my skirt rise and tickle the backs of my thighs where Master had spanked them and marked them with his belt. My pussy tightened at the sensation. I felt tempted to bend over and touch my toes, thereby flashing whoever was seated behind me in the café. Master would never approve, I decided, and so I.