"Please let me get dressed." Turn around and face us."Like a puppet on a string, I turned and faced them. My hands hung limply at my sides, unable to ...onceal myself."I could have you masturbate right here, how would you like that?" Please don't." OK. You can get dressed, but the next time you try and disobey me, I will not be so lenient."Quickly I pulled my clothes back on. I looked around to see if anyone had seen me, but the place was deserted. We resumed our walk. I didn't know where we were. “She said to put it on her account?”“Oh, very good! Beatrice is one of our finest customers. Love that woman! A real gem.”Veronica went to work filling out the requisite paperwork and recording the total to be billed to the old matron. Before she finished, Beatrice had returned holding a boxed metal cock cage in one hand.“Add this to the bill, Miss Veronica.”Veronica waved her hand dismissively. “On the house.”Beatrice handed the ominous looking toy to Heather with a satisfied smile. “There are. Eventually, he was able to get the stocking on his feet and gently movethem up his legs. As he did, he couldn't help but become aroused at thesensation it caused as they encased and slide over his smooth legs.Attaching the suspender straps was a struggle too, having never done itbefore. Getting all 8 secured took 10-15 mins and would have ruined hisarousal if he hadn't got a glimpse of himself from the neck down in themirror. He now had a very succulent, ladylike figure.Reading the provided set. Her shoulders slumped and I felt her relax against the railing. Encouraged by her reaction, I massaged a little deeper, moving forward until my hips were touching hers."So do you like that?" I said in a throaty whisper."Oh yeah," she murmured, her voice barely audible above the noise from inside the club."You were putting on quite a show in there," I said softly, not knowing if she would realize my voice was one she didn't recognize. I continued my massage, beginning to work my fingers forward.