Theeww?" she tailed off as Ms Thornbury saw a glimmer ofrealisation in her eyes. She didn't want to believe it, but it was nowobvious that she looked ...losely at her face and saw him under themakeup."What's going on, I don't understand?" Malcolm chipped in."Say hello to your son, Malcolm," Ms Thornbury said calmly.Both Malcolm and Cherry stared at him, his kitten heels, the darknyloned legs, the puffed out velvet skirt with lace trim, the bodyhugging yellow top, the chest, BREASTS!, red finger. She then fastened a type of chocker collar around my testicles, attached to a regular dog leash. She held the leash tight, pulling on it from behind. ?I am going to teach you how useless, disgusting, and pathetic your little genitals are? She told me, and her guests.Lady Vulbia proceeded to explain what my punishment was going to be. I was ordered to kneel in front of Her. She raised her dress, and told me She was going to urinate in my mouth, and if I swallowed one drop, or spilled. Church chuckled as he walked through the office foyer. He nodded to the secretary, placed his fedora on his head, and boarded the elevator down. The manuscript was locked safely in his briefcase. He'd grown weary of corporate executives a long time ago, but they were a means to an end: they had the things he wanted, and he had the skills they needed. As the elevator approached the underground parking level, he called his driver. The limo was waiting when he arrived.Despite his knowledge of the. “Takes the edge off,” Jill interrupted, “I've had guys go for over an hour on the third or fourth time.”“Third or fourth . . .” Jennifer squeaked.“Don't worry, sweetie,” Jill told her, “Just let things happen at their own pace.”After a long group hug with a few kisses thrown in, we separated. I grabbed the package of wipes, offering them to Jill first as she had the biggest mess to deal with and then to Jennifer. Jennifer cleaned herself, then took a few more and gently cleaned my cock.We.