My dick stood tall and hard and I couldn't keep myself from touching it. "Stop!" she yelled as she stood up, taking another hit from her cigarette. "I...never told you that you could touch yourself you worthless piece of shit."Her fingers grabbed onto my face as she gripped my chin and threw my head back. Sitting on my stomach, leaning forward, she inhaled and blew smoke my way without even using her hands. Not much of an impact on others but this drove me wild. Slowly she grinded her body. ’ Monique’s face froze. She looked at the cop smiling at her with a huge bulge in his pants already. He looked over at her boss again who looked even more terrified. She slowly nodded her head and held out her hands for him to uncuff her. The cop shook his head no. ‘How do I know you won’t try and run if I uncuff you. You can still use your hands just fine cuffed.’ He then unzipped his pants and pulled out his hard cock with pre-cum already dripping out of the tip. Monique reluctantly. ..Anyway I digress, Christine knew that I was used to obeying orders andshe was exploiting this and the fact that I had only just woken up as shehad begun to expertly apply mascara to my right eyelashes. MASCARA!What were they going to say at work?"Look you are going to look like someone out of a 'Clockwork Orange'unless you let me do your left eye too!"In for a penny in for a pound I thought."Go on then" I said letting her know that I, her tough, manly, husband,was giving her permission to. I thought it over while I gazed at my reflection, my pretty head furrowed in concentration. I decided that the thought of bringing a lacy bra and panties to a clothing store cashier as a 200lb bearded man was too much to bear, so I set about trying to find something of my own that would contain this petite, though amply curvy body.I first put on a pair of my men's underwear. I heard my tinkling laughter as I pulled them up over my hips, only to see them fall back down around my tiny ankles as.