”“How did he know that?”“Oh you are silly, I told you we had to rehearse, didn’t I?”“Yes, I forgot darling.”“But I wasn’t really d...essed for it, so I’ll be wearing stockings when we fly to Jamaica.”“Jamaica?”“Yes we go tomorrow.”“But that means you’ll be away from me.”“I know darling, but just think of the money I’ll earn and I promise I’ll email you every night.”“All right, as long as you promise.”“I promise.” Two days later.Her first email arrived and I read it eagerly, "Hi Darling, well we. I got up and went to her. I wasn't mad at her. She wasn't responsible for the way my parents had treated me.I held her in my arms and through her tears she was finally able to say, "I didn't know! How could I not know! Oh god! Lindsey! I'm so sorry!"Then she broke down completely. I held her tight and fought back my own tears. I responded, "Don't cry, Laura. I'm not upset with you. You and I have always been close. I love you. It wasn't anything that you did."She sobbed and exclaimed through. Shocked andbewildered, I stepped through the doors right into her opened arms. Shehuged and kissed me passionately on my gagged mouth, running her handsall over my feminized body, exploring, spinning me around, giggling.Noticing the keys dangling from the collar ring, she quickly undid thekarabiner:- I'll take those, thank you very much!...And continued looking me over, giggling like a school girl, raisingmy tiny petticoats, grabbing the inflatable butt plug's hand bulbdangling between my. It was almost comical to think he was humping me with my pubic bone banging off the edge of the desk with the open book on it, and I pretending not to notice what he was doing, but that was the ruling. I felt him take hold of my hips so I gripped him between my thighs, which was not as difficult as it seemed as Stig did have a large cock and equally thick, so I crossed my legs and used my strong thighs to hold him in-situ as he moved in and out, the soft friction warming me as Stig gained.