We caught up for a minute until it was my turn to check in, I told Anna I would see her in a couple hours once we all got settled and went for opening...announcements.Anna is one of the fun ones, we had attended the meeting together a couple times before in past years. We're on the same sales side of the business so we're occasionally on conference calls together, but she's halfway across the country from me so this is the only time we see each other in person each year. She's a little older than. She turned to a blank page. She stared at it for a few minutes before actually writing anything. Guilt ridden, she wrote these words: I am a slave to the pain and taste, feel and touch of sex. I breathe humiliation being thrust upon me like a child being chastised. Will the Lord ever forgive me for this habitual transgression – this lust of the flesh? I feel as though I can’t shake it. Every time I think I want to let it go, I give in and give up and let the pain, not the dominant, act as my. . what? To be a slut. To do unspeakable things with strangers. To abandon everything about who she was. She was a person of a certain age and position in life and she would no more ... with a man she didn't know than she would rob a bank.But then there was the dress she had bought. Why? What use would she ever have for such a dress? To be buried in and give them one last surprise, she thought bitterly. Or first surprise, rather.She had a sudden urge to try it on, even though she had seen it on. I climbed onto the bed and stood over his head looking down on his face. "Your a sissy pervert aren't you? You liked that didn't you. You liked having your ass fucked didn't you?" I said. "Yes," He replied. "Yes what?" I said, raising my voice. "Yes, Alison," he replied. "I watched you through the door, perv. I'm wet. Lick me till I cum over your face! Oh and by the way, from now on you call me Mistress!" I ordered. I quickly lowered my soggy twat to his face, pulling my panties to one side. He.