A bookish looking man was coming into the office carrying a grey case, like a briefcase, sort of, but thicker maybe and made out of metal. He stopped ...alfway into the office when he got a good look at me and I could tell what he was thinking from the immediate tent in the man's trousers. He didn't have any self-control."Close the door, Mike," Sheriff Miller said and he looked at Stanley. "I need this slave fixed." Okay. Got the paperwork?" the man asked and he was evidently a clerk of some. Maxine broke the kiss off and whispered, “Before you fuck me with the cock, will you fuck me girl to girl…cunt to cunt?” Maxine slipped a pillow under her perfect ass and spread her legs wide, tilting her hips in ad invitation to the older woman. “Your mother loved fucking like this, grinding out cunts together until we came. Once we were walking home drunk from a party, wearing miniskirts, and no panties. There was a shallow pool in the middle of square, we sat at the edge, kissing, and then. There werealso some unconventional outfits such as leather, and patent leather dresses and boots and a onewall with what appeared to be bondage type equipment.There were three ladies working in the store, two were in their mid twenties, and gorgeous while theother lady, who was apparently the owner, was in her mid 30's, and stunning.She came up to me and said, "May I help you sir?". I stammered and stuttered a bit, saying that Iwas just looking for a present for my wife. She smile and said. My skin still burned with shame every time someone said my new name, but of course that was the point; to reduce me down to just the most basic sexual object that existed only for the pleasure of others. As much as my skin burned, my pussy dripped even more. My training was thorough and I had been conditioned to get wet whenever I felt degraded or humiliated, which was pretty much all the time. My pierced clit throbbed and I desperately needed release, but I knew that would be a reward only.