For the next hour I was day dreaming about that weekend in the hotel room. I was the last person to get called in for the interview. When I walked int... her office I shut the door behind myself and acted normal as I could. We talked about my job skills and that I fit what the company was looking for. At the end of the interview I said Mrs. Linda you must do you remember me? Her hand began to shake and by the look on her face I could tell that she remembered who I was. She said that she thought. By the way, don't ever talk to anybody about this. My word you can count on. If the other guys find out you talked, they won't take it well. They will kill you. What they do about your family would depend on what kind of mood they're in. You really don't want to risk that." How can I be sure they won't hurt us anyway?"I indicated he should sit on the toilet in the stall. I started to tie his feet. "They don't get violent for no reason. The only contact you'll have with them is if you talk."He. Looking down, however, and he got an unpleasantsurprise.First of all were the two mounds on his chest. A quick feel confirmedthey weren't real, thankfully, but that was little consolationconsidering the rest. His blue sandals were gone, replaced by a pair ofpale pink silk slippers, tied to his feet with long pink ribbons thatcriss-crossed up his legs. Legs which were, he noticed, encased inwhite nylon tights. A sleeveless leotard, same pink as his shoes, waswhere his top and shorts should be,. Her face went deadly serious. "That's mistress to you," she said sternly "and I think I'll be tapping that ass next. You ready for that?" Uh well I've never really..." I started to say."That was rhetorical Lance," she said cutting me off. "But you've been a good sport so far, so tell you what, I'll do you a favor. I'll lay back here on the bed and let you get your cute little boipussy better acquainted with my shecock at your leisure first before I flip you over and fuck you silly. Don't take.