It looked very wet. I saw what looked like droplets in your pubic hair and... and your vagina was so red." He desperately hoped that would suffice.Ho...ever, Leigh had backed the teen into an emotional corner and she enjoyed watching him, completely unsettled as he sat beside her. “Stand up, Kenny! Stand up and let me tell you a secret.” As he stood, she rose up behind him and stepped closely into his back. Her arms moved slowly and undetected around his waist as she lifted her head to within. "What the fuck have you done Michele?" she screamed into my face."That little dweeb Brendan is whining to Steve about how you ripped him off; didn't give him his money's worth and such. I hope you ain't fucking around here girl because you're playing with more than just your own wellbeing!" she went on.I was still trying to come to grips with what was happening to me. How quickly I had been re-born as Michele, the transvestite prostitute and how quickly I had managed to revive those long. The snivelling wretch was then made to help the smiling dominatrix from her cat suit and made to lick her sweaty asshole while she masturbated on thinking of the day's glorious humiliations. After she had kicked her feet skyward and basked in a fulfilling orgasm, she taunted and toyed with Gordon as he continued to indulge her asshole as her cunt juices dribbled down. Humiliated, defeated, and in complete submission to her, he earned himself another caning as the teasing woman used her cane. ?What if? What if? What if I fail? What if Miss Rich doesn’t like me? What if the job is too difficult and I get booted out? What if the other employees hate me? Oh my, Kimmy,? she said to herself, ?so many ‘what if’s’. Best you stop asking ‘what if’ or you’ll talk your silly self out of the job before you even begin.?Kimmy noted down the essentials. ?Okay, so, Miss Rich, managing director. Geez, not that I’ll forget Miss Rich, of course! Got that. 189 to 191 Regent Street. Okay, got that too..