When the sauce was done I went to the bedroom to finish dressing. Ionly had about 45 minutes and wanted to take my time and relish theprocess. I did...like being a girl!I decided against a slip for tonight. My dress was lined and I didn'twant more straps to deal with. I slipped on my new dress and buckledthe belt. I was able to pull it rather tight and showed off mywaistline well. Putting on my black strapped heels I went to the mirrorto work on my face. I spent a lot of time, especially. . I mean, Miss Peterson implied." Well, that would certainly be illegal. But that's not what it says." But what about the punishments?" Nothing illegal there. Unconventional, certainly, but not illegal, especially since you've agreed to it all ahead of time." But ... what can I do?" Well, if you can prove that Rachael is forcing you to have oral sex with her or her staff, then we probably have a case. But, of course, we'll have to go to court." Court?" Right, and of course all court documents. ?I?m sorry, Master,? she cried out.Then she swooned in a melodic moan as his hands cupped her breasts, massagingthem roughly, tenderly, roughly. Torturously sweet, his fingers pressed herlove for him deep into her breasts. She felt the pressure of his fingerspunishing her breasts, twirling her nipples, squeezing her back into him. Shefelt him swollen beneath his trousers, pressed against her naked bottom. Shepushed back, trying to entice him out, flesh to flesh. But for her offer, shereceived -. I’ve always had a fantasy about wearing someone else’s underwear or swim-shorts but had never actually done it. In the privacy of the changing cubicle, I examined them more closely. My cock was hard as a rock and leaking pre-cum already, as I tried to imagine when and how the guy had taken them off and left them in a communal shower area without drawing attention to himself. The shorts were a soft, silky nylon material, quite short and loose in the leg and more like athletic shorts really..