As instructed, I would immediately strip offmy suit and tie, shower, shave my face, underarms and legs, thenpull JoAnna's clothes from the closet. I w...uld carefully put onstockings, heels, a garter belt, brassiere, and whatever dressor skirt and blouse Mistress had picked out for me the nightbefore. Once I was dressed I would carefully fit my wig, thenspend fifteen minutes or so anxiously waiting for the sound ofher keys in the lock. When I would be certain she was at thedoor I would kneel. ." he muttered, "You're real cute, and you can't get away." Oooookaaaayy..." she replied, withdrawing her hand from her purse. "Thanks, I think. Now what?" 'I hope I live to regret this, ' she thought, 'Actually, I hope I live to NOT regret this!'He'd rehearsed this in his head about ten thousand times -- and it had never gone like this. Feeling his way forward, he said, "Don't yell or scream or do anything that would make me have to hurt you, okay? I really don't want to do that." He tugged on. I blush, remembering the stiff stained sheets; proof of the act, or sometimes just the dream.I lie on my back, calm and sure in the warmth, and slide my hands down my skin. There's a certain inevitability in the movement, despite the fact that I'm convinced I could stop.Fingertips slide gently over the cloth at first, proud of the bulge, and the subtle leak from its tip. There's a sensitivity that's almost feminine at this point, where every touch produces a mental gasp, despite the almost. "Honey, I appreciate the attention from a stunningly beautiful andsexy woman such as yourself but I am afraid I haven't recovered to thepoint of being able to respond appropriately. Even if I could, Iwouldn't want to take advantage of you when you are under Dr. Hanson'scompulsion to have sex. Plus the fact that our current situation isonly temporary. As soon as my condition improves, Dr. Hanson is goingto insist that you return to the club. I can't see any way to preventthis from happening and.