Oh my God MistressMichelle was turning me in to a girl. I was horrified, MistressMichelle was turning me in to a girl how could she be doing it. Iturn...d around and yelled at her, you bitch what are you doing to me. Iwas pulled to floor by the two men and held there. Then I heardMistress Michelle say how dare you yell at me and call me a bitch youthe little bitch and some day you will make the prefect wife but youneed to learn to submit for you not the dominant one any more.I heard footstep move. It has a brownenvelope sitting on it. Bring them out to the aisle running through thelingerie department. Set the chair near the back of the department soyou will not be highly visible from the front window but I will be ableto view you with binoculars from the parking lot. Sit in the chair andfrom the envelope remove one of the small zip ties and secure your leftankle to the left leg of the chair, then cross your right leg over yourleft and secure your right ankle to the zip tie on your. I would grab Beth a cup of coffee on my way to work, ensuring I had it just the way she liked it. I would bring her back lunch also making sure the things she hated were omitted from her food. I started just getting hugs for my offerings, little quick harmless fatherly hugs that progressed into much more. I cultivated this relationship for well over a year. I listened as she griped and complained about the husband that never lifted a finger to help with the kids. He never had a spare second to. They shared the kis for several moment and Beth instinctively parted her lips and slipped her tongue into his mouth. She felt his tongue gently against hers and discovered that it was split down the middle. Not a true forked tongue but it was not the shape of a human's. Her mind screamed that it was all wrong but her body did not listen. He moved his hand to her stomach and felt the warmth where her exposed skin met his hand. A deep shudder ran through her body at the touch and she moaned.