“Just drive!” “I hear they put you on that secretarial course honey. That will be better I guess in the long run for you.” She continued. “I...bought you some more secretarial type clothes for the course which starts on Monday I believe.” “Your so thoughtful.” I said with a fake grin. We drove back in silence to the house. “By the way honey I’m having a few friends over tomorrow, Saturday night, for a little dinner party. You will be there too.” She said. “No way!” I said aggressively. “Yes you. ”“Before you consider disobeying, I would remind you that refusal WILL result in punishment. So let me see you all kissing your girlfriends passionately. I want to see you using your tongues.”Reluctantly, Pete kissed Marcia/Mark. It felt repulsive. He felt totally humiliated. As Marcia/Mark’s tongue entered his mouth he tried to push it out with his own tongue. But all this achieved was to make it appear that he was doing exactly what Mistress Abigail had instructed. He was kissing another guy. She needed to be fucked by a 'real man' with a big cock, she'dsaid, and it had broken his heart.Why had it hurt him so?The question surprised him. Wasn't it supposed to be obvious? Ravingabout men with huge cocks could only be meant to make him feelinadequate. She knew he could never compete and still she threw it intohis face.Then another floor was pulled from under his feet: she never intended itas a humiliation.She couldn't, because she never compared. There was no need to: no oneat Norton's. "After about fifteen minutes of hanging around the lobby, the day manager walked over and asked if he could help me. I told him I'm waiting for a friend, Gail Brown. He smiled and said you were a very nice lady and turned to leave; he then turned back to me, looked me up and down and said, 'you're a little small for her don't you think?' and left." You're plenty big where it counts. Let's shower and I'll check to make sure."I practically dragged him to the bathroom and stripped off our clothes..