Today is cleaning day. My cleaning lady, not a model by any stretch of the imagination, but with nice DD (probably) breasts, arrives at around 8 :00, ...tays until she’s done, around noon. She’s always working in a white T-Shirt (lacy but working-woman bra) and jeans but today being a nice day, she’s got shorts on. Again don’t get your brain in a cramp, she’s no model. Just big tits, sorry.I’m working on Christine-2 in my office and when the lady’s around I switch to another tab and look like. “You have nice body” she said simply, maintaining the fixation with my tenting shorts. Placing my dry stuff on the small shelf, I took my wet shorts off, an effort with my cock in the way, it only springing back up when I had stretched the material to just below breaking point to avoid genital decapitation. I left the wet shorts by my feet but as I straightened up she went down on her haunches and started to squeeze them dry. Looking up at me past my throbbing cock, she winked then quick as a. She could keep him here as long as she wanted, and he couldn't do shit about it. He could be in this excruciating position for days.. weeks... months? Forever? He couldn't imagine how this ended -- what was about to happen to him. Everything he had ever done to a semi-conscious girl flashed through his head, only with him on the receiving end. She could do it all to him. All of it and more. Suddenly he wanted nothing but to apologize. To tell her what she wanted him to say. What had it been?. Is that all you can think of?" This was your idea to begin with, missy!" I said as I held my stronghand on her thin jaw."I am making progress, I swear!" the now scared woman in front of mesaid before starting to cry. I loosened my grip on her.Even though I was currently a man, I had not forgotten my femininemanners. "I?m sorry, Ryan. It?s just that being this way feels so wrongfor me and I want to change back as soon as possible!" I informed thecrying woman that had formerly been my.