' 'No you fuckin' didn't.' She accused 'You thought it would be a big laughto leave me here naked in the middle of this god forsaken town!' Taking the...urger out of the bag she took a bite 'Where the fuck are my clothes?' 'In the trunk.' He said as he started the car. 'I tidied up in here. It waslike a shit heap.' 'My clothes are not shit. Now turn the engine off and get my clothes outof the trunk!' She said as she spat burger. Max ignored her 'The guy in the diner said there is a motel on the. She came to work that day with slacks, blouse and flats. Very nice. I complimented her on the attire. I guess it was the first time I noticed any figure. I would say roughly a 36c, and nice rounded butt with meaty thighs. In no way did I ever want to go beyond business, so the outfit was perfect. She wore a thick padded bra due to the A/C being on so low. I like colder rooms. And when she bent over to files, I noticed faint panty lines to tell me she was conservative under as well. They looked. “Yes, Mistress.”“Would you like me to stop?”The captive looked into the woman’s eyes in desperation. “Yes, Mistress. Please stop.”“Okay then,” Madame X responded, reaching up to let down the girl’s hands. She left the handcuffs on. “Now stand there and take this beating until you can’t stand it anymore,” she commanded. “When you tell me to stop, I will. But just know that the longer you go, the happier I’ll be.” Katie certainly didn’t want to anger her mistress, so she continued to accept the. He realized that he had gone froma strong military man to a pretty diminutive woman. Beth reached her armaround Mark and helped him out the door. Mark realized that Beth's powerfularms were keeping him upright and that the press was photographing their everymove. They headed back to the White House under new circumstances. Mark had no ideaof what would be expected of him now.In the weeks that followed the funeral procession, Mark got used to wearingdresses and other fashionable clothing,.