Then it was time for the piece de resistance. I slowly and ceremoniouslytook the dress off the hanger, pulled it on, and awkwardly managed to zipit up... careful to not catch my hair. It was slow and a bit tedious, andjust as I wished Lisa were here to give me a hand, I heard the apartmentdoor creak open.I squeaked, high and feminine, as the reality of what I was doing hithome. I'd shaved my legs, put on makeup and was wearing women's clothes!My girlfriend's clothes! What was I thinking? What was. She pointed at her bare thighs and ordered, “Get across my lap.”Andrew stepped forward and placing a hand on the far side of the seat but making sure his arm rubbed against Nikki’s bare thigh he eased himself down across her lap. Although he had been in detention often enough he had never been spanked or caned which may well be why he had fantasised about it for so long. He loved being with women who had strong voices and opinions and knew he wanted to obey strong women and even though Nikki. I am to be his whore for the weekend, starting Friday at noon until Sunday at noon. He has instructed me that I will do things I have only fantasized about, and that I will be nastier and sluttier than I have ever been. My pussy is dripping just thinking about it. He knows how nasty I love to be.Friday morning, I start getting ready for my weekend job. After a nice long shower, and shave, I put on my sluttiest makeup. I then put on my whore clothes, black corset and hose, red leather skirt,. His strong but gentle hands were working me over from head to toe, I was as willing as a wanton whore now and refused to judge what I was about to do, as I should know better. I felt mesmerized when I realized there were now more than one pair of hands working me over and the other pair weren’t mine. Our friend was the other pair of hands. The caressing of oils massaged my body and I became the sauna, heat emulating from me. I was cooled off with wet bubbling Champaign that was.