Those were my undies! I marched over and grabbed the cotten underware holding them up. They were definitely mine. And ew, they were crusty, too. Why...do you have a pair of my panties in your room? I asked, holding up the evidence. And why are they crusty? Milo sat up, alert, and tried to snatch the panties out of my hand. Theyre Lucys. No, Im pretty sure theyre mine. I held them out of his reach. And you jacked off in them, didnt you? A smug grin spread across my face. This was proof. He. Do you really want to fuck any of them?”“Well,” I said, reconsidering, “now that you mention it, I don’t want to fuck them. You’re just going to have to get some sexier friends or the deal’s off!” She threw herself on top of me, laughing hysterically. The laughing fit turned into a kiss and that led, as it usually does, to her reaching between us and guiding my cock back to where it belonged.With Linda on top, I could relax and let her do most of the work. She moved smoothly up and down on my. You will be here for a few days before going back to work. You can have the run of the house but not to leave until we allow it." Jon jerked at the thought of going back to work as a female. Would everyone laugh at him? And why did he keep calling me Joy? He knows that I am really Jon under this skin!The president continued, "We have established a corporate climate that is very rewarding for advancement of the female staff. You have been selected to integrate into our female business hierarchy.. “And it only took three tries,” Denise said mockingly.Then she lifted my head and asked, “And what is going to happen when the twelfth ball hits you right in the cunt?”“I don’t know,” I replied.She reached down and lightly stroked my clit. “What have you been building up to every time you got hit there?” she asked, looking me in the eyes.“An orgasm,” I said softly, again looking back down at the ground.“That’s right, slave suzy,” she said. “On the twelfth ball... and not before... you are going.