.." That's good of you, Melissa. Unzip my pants."Melissa slowly covered both her breasts with her left arm while her right hand, trembling, moved to t...e front of his pants. Her fingers brushed against the hardness there, sending delicious tingles up Dan's spine. She slowly drew down the zipper, then pulled her hand back. She only had to do what he told her to. If he didn't tell her to... "Now, reach into my pants, and take out my dick," he said, his voice becoming tight with lust. Melissa. I tried to turn him down, but he wouldn’t listen; he hung up on me. I debated with myself about just not going. He didn’t need to think he could order me around like that. But I knew better, I knew that I would go, and that I would dress as he had told me to – in a skirt and blouse with no bra or panties. God… I shouldn’t. Tony: I had to walk out through the front office, past our receptionist and any clients that might be there, and the bulge in my pants was going to be obvious because this. The act of sex changes people, turns them from lambs of God, to monsters of Satan, my mother preached purity and chastity, then in the heat of desire, begged for the unspeakable, her white flesh marked by the leather tawse, the pain drawing pleasure, the tawse marking and drawing blood, while she begged for more.She wore high necked clothes and mid length frocks, hiding her unadulterated marking, people thought her a bible thumping convert, in truth she hid her sexual excesses, her markings and. "Well, thanks you just cost me a new dress." "Can't you wash it?" "No, it's ruined. And I need to get the feel of beer off me." I pulled and tugged at the zipper at the front of my dress, but it refused to budge. "Let me help." Matthew came over to stand in front of me. "Do you mind?" he asked, reaching for the zip. I couldn't say a word, so I just swallowed and shook my head nervously. He immediately began pulling at the zipper. My heart was hammering in my chest, I tried to look into his.