What am I doing I know I am a man and I am not gay Ilove women; I keep telling myself over and over. I can see a this man whohas bee watching me for s...me time and my thoughts keep wandering to him,I find myself wishing he would ask me to dance. I see him walking towardme and he stops and holds out his hand as to expect me to take and followhim to the dance floor. I can?t stop my alter ego from taking his hand.He holds me in a vice like embrace as we dance and his hands slide downmy back till he. I stood before the desk and waited until the door had closed and Malcolm spoke to me.“You were late and I’d told you you’d suffer if you were late. Did you do it on purpose?” he asked“Yes sir.” I replied. I’d never called him sir but it seemed right given the environment.“I see!” he said, “Right strip down to your girly things and go through that door. Take a hold of the edge of the conference table and wait.”I quickly shed my outer clothing and folded it up placing it upon his desk before. That shouldn’t be a problem. Daddy would do anything for his angel. Yes, I was a spoiled little girl. I always got what I wanted, and when I didn’t I would just be mad at daddy for a few days and he would cave and give it to me anyway. Where was daddy now? Did he know I was kidnapped? Was he trying to get me back already? If only I knew. But I hope it happens quick and I hope they catch these gorilla pieces of shit. It wasn’t long until the cell door opened and a fat, hairy man. As she tightens my corset and placesmy wig, she tells me to treat her slave husband well becauseshe'll be watching.I enter the front room to meet you for the first time. Iintroduce myself as Tawnya as I walk up to where you are sittingon the couch, being careful to place one foot in front of theother swaying my hips seductively. I tell you I'm yours for theevening...a gift from your caring mistress who is now sitting ina chair across from us supervising.When I reach you I slowly run a red.