Callen sent Sissy a long, impassioned email about how he knew she was his soulmate and she was making a huge mistake, asking if I was holding her agai...st her will and offering to come and rescue her. It was really creepy to read. She saved it, forwarding it to her publishing house and consulted the local police.They seemed to think nothing would come of it but reached out and had his local department pay him a courtesy call, asking him to cease and desist any means of contact with her. He. ? I told him.Then the expression in his eyes changed, hardened.?Take off your clothes and get on your knees.? He told me quietly, ?Do it now, please.?I undressed quickly. He watched me, but made no attempt to move from where he sat on the bed.I stood naked before him and fell to my knees.He indicated to his black, polished shoes.?Crawl over here and clean them.? He ordered.I felt myself shaking with excitement as I crawled across the carpet, then began to lick gently at the smooth leather. It. All I could think of was my sister's face, or a blur of a feminine face dabbled with purple.I felt sad, knowing that I had lost a part of me and knew that I would once more have to find myself. Or perhaps I had never found myself and was simply starting the search over again. I thought about how others might see me. A quiet, lonely little girl whose only fault was being introverted and all too feminine. Or how boys might see me and clash of tits and ass. I shuddered at the thought of a boy. Bob told me how hot I looked and as I said thank you I crossed my legs reveling my stocking tops. I just needed to know if that lump in his pants was his cock but I had not been successful in getting it hard so far. Lunch time came and he asked me if I would join him for a drink in the pub so as I know that the local pub is quiet I excepted. Bob went to the bar for the drinks and I went to the ladies and removed my bra and knickers. I was going to find out if that bulge was his cock if it was.