Then I eventually learned to just accept the fact for what everreason, that it is part of my personality and might as well enjoy it inprivate.So havin... spent the past couple hours transforming myself. I look in themirror to see a reflection of a somewhat attractive woman in her late40's. Her short dark skirt, and blouse showing off her figure and nicerounded breasts with a bit of cleavage peaking out. The heels and blacknylons, makeup, nails, accessories and shoulder length hair all gave. It felt so natural, so right. I started stroking it and motioned to him for us to go to a stall. He, without saying a word, leaned back against the wall, put his hand on my shoulder and gently pushed down. Should I do this? out in the open? Decisions. I noticed he was looking in the mirror and would be able to watch what was about to happen.As his awesome cock grew in my hand I found myself unable to resist, dropping to my knees and taking the head into my ready mouth. The taste and feel was. ” “And what do you need?” “I need to be fucked, Master.” In a flash, I felt the fingers slide out of my ass and I moaned at the absence of sensation. The straps removed and Mr. R and Carlos helped me climb onto the table. Master positioned me so that I was on all fours but tilted back like a frog. He pressed his cock against my ass and I leaned back hungrily until it slid inside me. I squeezed against him to stave off the orgasm that was already building. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Mr.. I was tied intoplace, spread eagle on the bed, face down with my petticoats flipped upso my ass was exposed. There was a mirror right in front of me so Icould see the big man lubing up his monster of a cock and getting readyto impale me. He was not gentle, he just thrust it in right then andthere and I let out a yelp that caused my collar to shock me violentlyand I began to cry from the pain in my neck and in my ass. He continuedto thrust for about 10 minutes when he suddenly stopped and pulled.