I lost track of Karen for a while, and when we met up again she had clearly been drinking a little. "Are you having fun?" I asked her."I am!" she said... "But some of your coworkers are a little aggressive, sweetie." How so?" I asked."Well, some of them are getting a little touchy. I've had more than a few hands brush my rear and a couple even graze across my boobs. That one guy you know, Brad, even tried to get me under the mistletoe and kiss me!"That wasn't surprising. I knew Brad had the hots. Fuck I thought to myself, I had learned to rely on Crystal verbally expressing her desires to me. I began to think of all the times her and me had fucked. I began to strategically plan out what I was going to do. Remembering how she acted, breathed, and moaned when she was really enjoying something. Once I felt I was ready to take on the challenge of what Crystal and Stephanie had offered, I got off the couch and walked back into the bedroom. I looked through the door and saw Crystal and. .Sir,’ I whispered. His hands gripped and then tightened around my throat, constricting it so I couldn’t breathe and muffling my building moan. While he squeezed, he gyrated his hips so that his cock ran the length of my labia and clit, teasing me and building me to a frenzy of desire to be entered while he choked me. Just at the point when I began to panic, he let go of my neck and slammed me against the table, shoving into me at last with every inch of that huge cock. I let out a guttural. With a stern look on her face she said, "Nowget to bed little girl." When I woke up from the dream I noticed that ithad been a wet dream.A voice in my head began demanding that I at least define my sexuality tomyself. It asked me a series of questions. "Does your mother accusing youof being gay sexually arouse you?" "Does the thought of your mother oraunt dressing you in women's clothes and forcing you to date men arouseyou?" "Does the idea of being a feminized sissy slave arouse you?" And.