"Mr. Anon. Here to see how wespend your money, or are you in for a freebie?"He put his hand on her knee and squeezed. "Do you like working here?" It's...a paycheck."He nodded to the bartender. "A beer, and whatever she's drinking." Colored water."He nodded. "How much is the champagne here?" A thousand dollars. Want to find a booth?"Brennan considered it. "You look nice. Your make-up is perfect." Thank you."He touched her hair. Chastity tried not to show the displeasure shefelt. He asked, "Why did. As they continued to school Mike's thoughts turned to how he couldconvince everyone that he should be able to dress like a girl and, ofcourse, attend the Brownie meetings every week.During school that day Mike went over everything that had happened theday before. He couldn't believe that he had actually attended the Browniemeeting with his two best friends and later had even gotten to wear aBrownie uniform at Diane's house. But the best thing ever was Dianegiving him a pair of her pretty pink. The raw sexuality of the situation and the complete submission of Rachel had made me rock hard . By this point even I was leaking precum. I did not make her cum in the car but all the edging had Rachel’s crotch and thighs covered in loads of sweat and precum. I wanted to breed her pussy right there and there and show her who did she belong to. She was all mine. Only mine.The smell of sex was in the air. Rachel was hitting subspace for 15 seconds at a time. 5 minutes to the destination and I. Before I can complain I feel the slap on my thigh hard, making it turn red. I moan in pain and she slaps me again. I feel my panties being pulled down. This is so wrong but I don't move to stop her. Her hand falls hard on my bare bottom - slap, slap - first one cheek then the other. It stings but feels nice once the pain ebbs away. A hand is between my thighs. Sliding slowly upward toward my pussy. I've had a few boys feel me up under my skirt but their hands didn't feel so soft. They.