The blonde guy was lounging back comfortably, a Heineken dangling from his fingers. He was wearing a tight fitting red golf shirt that was stretched ...aut in the sleeves around his tanned muscular arms. “Just okay?” Heather asked with surprise. “Come on.” “He’s a little too preppy for me. He looks like he should be in a boy band or something.” “Ahhhh, I see. Let me guess. Not enough edge?” “You got it,” Kaylee said with a giggle, draining the last of her margarita. Again her eyes drifted. He came in and she could see he was having a bit of trouble walking inthe heels she had given him. She told him to come kneel on the floor byher. He did as she said. "Now, sissyboy, things are going to change around here. From now on youare going to do all the cleaning, cooking and laundry. Do you understand?There is more, also you will wear nothing but women's clothing while youlive, seeing you like it so well. You will buy the groceries and buyyour own make-up. I will give you a list of. I saw a trucker coming out of one at the end, I lost Bob in the crowed so I rushed through my shower and put a clean white tee and jogging shorts on and went to the back lot. Row after row after row was semi- trucks parked evenly apart and the sound of engines muffling. I went to the passenger side door and climbed up and knocked. The lights were on dim and the curtain was pulled. I knocked again and stepped down back on the pavement and thought maybe I had the wrong red truck. Then the door. Dave and Jerry weren’t far behind, drawing in a breath as they saw the gorgeous Maria draped over the bus seat in only her tiny g-string and sparkly high heels.Maria’s big tits were wobbling and bouncing a little as the bus gathered speed, heading for the freeway. She was half draped over Mark with one leg hooked over his, and supported on the other side by Mat. The other guys were crowding in.A few of the other male members of the sales team were still at the front of the bus, throwing some.