If you understand, then, in your best sissy voice, ask me to turn you into the sissy slut you've always dreamt of becoming."I was speechless. Here I t...ought I was so close to getting out of this mess, and now I find out that I'm basically this demented man's slave until he decides otherwise. Hell, in just meeting him he had already d**gged me, dressed me up like some extravagent whore, then strapped me up to these machines and deposited nearly half a gallon of cum in and on me. What would the. I quickly ordered and joined her. We started talking and it was like we just clicked instantly. Her sense of humor and sarcasm was almost identical to mine and her personality really reminded me a lot of my mother’s. We talked for almost two hours about a variety of things until I realized that I had a problem. My friends that I had come with were nowhere to be found and I had no way to get back home. Sara realized that I was a little troubled by something, “What’s going on?”“Oh it’s nothing. I did however now have the problem that my jacket was at the other end of the room! I retreated into an alcove to wait and put my arm across my breasts as footsteps came close. Round the corner came my husband. “I think you’ll like this,” he said and smiling put the camera into my hands. On the screen, I watched a hilarious film of a semi naked woman dodging through the shelves of Birmingham library and once or twice he had managed to capture the other people looking up as though they had seen. "I stepped up to her, grasped her around the waist, and settled her on the edge of the workbench. My dad always kept the bench very clean, so there was no dirt or sawdust to worry about. I stepped between her legs as she spread them widely, and leaned down to kiss her again.After a moment, she pulled back, and said, "There's no time for a long build up. This is a speed event, not a marathon. Drop your shorts. I woke up horny, so I know I'm wet."As I lowered my shorts, she spread her legs even.