He lowered his head. His life was over.There was no way that Seth could have known that it was roughly at thatmoment that Sandy walked past his empty ...ffice for the fourth time thatmorning. The lights hadn't been turned on. He hadn't been in.That pissed Sandy off. It was one thing to have a marital spat. It wasanother to fail in your job.She called her administrative assistant, Polly, into her office. "Haveyou heard anything from Seth?" she asked."Uh, no. Not really." What do you mean 'not. I gasp as the head makes it way deep inside me."good, good sissy" you say in a raspy voice. Its obvious I am turning you on. "Now, sit on it."I scoot up and place the large base on the seat. At least 9 inches is inside me already, and I am closing in on the last 2-3. My little clitty is leaking a bit of precum, but its still held back by the chastity device that you've equipped me with."Now, fuck it, slut. Fuck that huge cock"I begin to slide up and down, moaning loudly. While it is a little to. The lengthening of my neck moved into the spine, doing similar, giving me a strong back equal to a beast made to haul or carry a burden. A drawing sensation above my stretched butt foretells of a sprouting tail. This in my alert mind is the worst sort of degrading, as a man becoming physically a beast.Yet as the anxiety builds into a frantic instinct of fight or flight syndrome, I remember my longing desire to become a brute beast, a stud animal, and somehow learn to live as do the animals.. Annabelle's reasonable tones could just be heard. "Remember thehormones will be cranking up the emotions...." Just the moment to cement our permanent control," hissed Georgie.At the first bell struck, I knocked and entered the room, curtseyed, thencurtseyed to each in order. "Good afternoon, Miss Rosie," and so on roundthe room. Rosie was in the big chair (mine no longer, I guessed), while thetwo pairs sat on the two sofas. The others had adopted similar clothing toRosie: basque, suspenders,.