" Yes, I know what you thought," she interrupted. Discarding the soggytowel to reveal her beautiful charms in all their glory, she continuedto talk wh...le assembling her normal working apparel - cotton briefs,socks, canvas shoes, denims, bulky peasant blouse, and a "flattening"bra (all to "discourage unseemly male attention" she always explainedwhenever I asked). "While I was in Wardrobe selecting our costumes, Ifound a few items that'll help you acclimate to female ways, like whatyou've got. ‘I’m out front.’ I nearly fell over. She really was at the end of her rope if she had walked here with whatever she had managed to get that night. ‘Ok.’ I gathered my wits about me, her last comment driving the last of my sleep from me. ‘Come around to the side door.’ ‘Ok. Be there in a minute.’ She hung up. I picked up one of my pillows and hurled it to the other end of the room, as it would leave my arms free to carry bedding. I picked up some of the spare blankets and carried them with me to. The next day I had her lick my ass and pussy until I came and then we got down to the serious business of rules for my special night with my man. I told her she was to do exactly what she was told to do by either one of us. I told her that each time she refused or even hesitated the pain would be that much greater. I secretly hoped that she was noncompliant. I reminded her that her career was in jeopardy. We agreed to meet after work that day to do some shopping. I wanted her to look just right. In dem gepolsterten braunen Umschlag befanden sich zwei Dinge.Das erste war ein altes, in Leder gebundenes Tagebuch mit einem abgewetzten Band darum, das den Deckel geschlossen hielt, das zweite war ein dicker Umschlag, auf dem mein Name, Melissa Gordon, in ordentlicher (wenn auch altmodischer) Handschrift stand. Der Brief darin war auf teures schweres Papier getippt, das ein Firmenwasserzeichen in der Mitte der Seite hatte. In dem Schreiben wurde erklärt, dass die Anwaltskanzlei von einem.