Then move on to the whip...”She sucks in air quickly but he already pulls her toward him again.“...and then the paddle... until your ass is red as...a cherry and you're wailing for me to fuck you already.” Now it's his turn to suck in air, and he grunts, “Fuck, yes, like that”, and I'd give my left hand to know, and to see, what she's doing to him. “Make yourself come, doll. I give you ten seconds.”He doesn't mean me, but the thrill washes over me nonetheless. I rock forward on the bucket, the. Agnes replied that all my other clothing was packed. She said she wouldmake me look convincing."A real man could carry it off," she said. "Are you man enough?"I was starting to wonder if she was just goading me or if real men reallywould do this?What choice did I have? It was the French Maid's outfit or the vomitcovered clothes.I sat there submissively in my panties as Agnes applied false breasts tomy chest and blended them with my chest so that they looked natural.Agnes then handed me a bra. She had invited him into the back room for tea. She even produced a cream cake."I always treat myself to a cake on Saturdays. They do such lovely ones at Sowerby's in the High Street. Look, Herbert will be here in ten minutes, and it's my lunch time. It's stopped raining, shall we go for a stroll?" A stroll? You mean outside?" No, not outside, we'll just walk round and round the shop! Of course I mean outside, silly!" I don't know what will happen if we leave the shop." Happen? What could. He waited and waited and waited. This was all part of Miranda's plan, she didn't arrive until half past nine. By the time she entered the hotel room he'd had plenty of time to stew. She was wearing a long, white raincoat that covered her body from the knee up. Her make up was simple but striking, dark red lipstick and black eye shadow made her look cruel and sinister. Her brown hair was tied up in a tight bun. She was carrying a handbag over her left shoulder.She stood in front of him and.