“Oh that’s no good at all slut. No good. I cant have you doing that.” He undoes my legs, and slides my lacy black panties back on. “That shoul... keep everything in. Can’t have my little slave removing my toys can i?” I moan into the gag and he reties my legs and leaves the room. I now am strapped down with no way of removing my torments, with no way of seeing or begging for release. Nearly an hour, for nearly an hour he leaves me like this. I scream into the gag for help, for anything. I am. After the laugh she agreed and i went upstairs to get dressed i wanted to wear something sexy but modest i didnt want to come off as a total slut so i put on my black gstring and low cut denim jeans that showed off my ass perfectly and 1 of my favorite ramones t shirts that showed just right amount of my abs i put on my usual eyeliner and brushed my long straight hair i looked good. As i got my daughter ready for our trip my sister snuck up behind me grabbed my hips and thrust into my behind. But it had beenCannon's choice. As he lay on his deathbed years ago, he could havechosen to download his thoughts and memories, his manners and hisnuances, to an automotive frame of some sort, but he chose instead todownload to the GAX - the mainframe of the business he had built.Perhaps it was ego - with the collapse of his body to become the brainof own creation. Perhaps it was convenience - to stay connected withoutperiodic downloads. But in truth it was fear (Cannon would say caution)-. ..." She what? Is that how you speak to me? have you forgotten your placein addressing me?" Miss Britt, I'm sorry, it just slipped out. I'm really sorry." Not as sorry as your going to be when we get home dear, I can assure youof that. Now continue." Miss Britt, she noticed very quick I was a man and began askingquestions as to why I was in drag. I used your excuse as you told Joyce,I was n the process of having a sex change and that only got her askingmore questions which I answered as.