As the presentations got over, many people came over to talk to me regarding their opportunities in the industries and what my company had to offer an... many such queries. I was giving out my visiting cards generously not looking at who all I gave them to. I was sent for this workshop not just to represent my company but also to heavily recruit fresh talents. And that was my whole focus and never really bothered to notice anyone who I was talking to.Later that night, I got many emails and. He reached around her to the front of her panties and slid his hand under her drenched garment and found her dripping pussy. He began fingering her as Traci spread her legs to allow him access. "You really are a slut, aren't you? Imagine getting wet while being spanked!" he hissed into her ear. "Ohhhh..." Traci moaned again. Mark's hand was working magic on her and Traci felt her legs becoming weak and her knees about to buckle. "Are you my slut, Traci?" he growled soft and low. "Yesss...". The stranger who I had just met and fell for give my first order as a slutty cum loving faggot: tomorrow at 7 pm, slut report back to your booth, being late is not a option. Make sure you are in sissy panties, preferably pink lace, and no more men's clothing you are one of our sissies now. Leave that black plug in, you may remove it to shit, then replace. Tomorrow you will learn how to take care of your male pussy to keep it ready for use. Any questions? He kissed me on my forehead, then. ‘You’re Rebecca, aren’t you?’ I wasn’t sure what was worse, that she was there or that she knew who I was. But the strangest calm had descended on me and I heard myself saying, rather sarcastically, ‘Well, I don’t think we’ve been formally introduced, but yes, I’m Rebecca. And you are?’ ‘I’m–I’m Janine,’ she’d stammered. ‘Look–Daniel’s not here. He’s just–‘ ‘And this is?’ I’d interrupted, pointing at the toddler who was still staring up at me as though mesmerised, those huge brown eyes.