?I had a suspicion something was going on by couldn?t quite get a handle on it until today. ?What are you going to do with the fucking tramp, pardon m... French? Ronda asked. ?None take, I?m not sure yet, it?s all too new and my brain hasn?t had the chance to process everything yet.? ?Hell, if I?d thought it through, I might not even come over here, I may have just called.? Chris told her.?I?m glad you did come, and I think it?s time we taught them a lesson; don?t you?? she asked. ?Definitely,. He stood a purposefully rubbed his erection with the palm of his hand. I couldn't fail to notice it grow substantially.'Tell me Sissy' he said 'do you want something?'I couldn't believe this. Last week I had come here and been blackmailed into doing something I didn't want to do. This week, for some reason I felt like I wanted to beg to do exactly the same thing. My inner reasoning was telling me it was wrong and that I should just stop. But I couldn't. The conditioning I had received from the. "Grunt work." You look young for that," she says, blushing slightly as she realises what she said. You freeze in surprise, never imagining you'd be complimented by her."Thanks," you manage to say without stammering. "It's my graduate job." Oh I see," she says. "I'm just about to start my undergraduate degree, just finished sixth form." Oh wow, welcome to the machine." Thanks." She gives a small smile."Where are you walking?" you ask.She shrugs. "Just around. Would you like to join me?". It tookher no time at all. This time I wore a black short pageboy styled wig.The dress was mid-calf length; again very form filling and lots ofglittering silver gauze. Again, very chic and quite a statement. I wasready and did my stuff. I was more comfortable as this was getting easierand I was nearing the end of my ordeal. Hopefully a nice dinner with somedrinks and I could get out of these constricting garments.The last outfit was ready. This was a short, short black skirt. A tightgold top,.