Eventually I reached over, switched off the radio, snuggled up to Rob andwe slept.I woke up early the next morning, woken by little noises outside. I ...asmomentarily confused and then the night's events came flooding back tome. I felt great and spooned myself against Rob and went back to sleep.I awoke again much later, looked at the clock and realised we had betterget up. Rob turned to me, gave me a good morning kiss and simply said,"Thank you." We hugged then I got up and went to shower. Boy. I was now parking my rented Porsche. Mine stayed in California, I rented one from a Chicago dealership. I looked at my old school and remembered how much I wanted to leave this town all those years ago. Now, I was glad to be back. It gave me the chance to show those assholes that I had done better than they had. I still found it hard to believe that they picked me least likely to succeed.I stepped out of the car and looked around immediately to see if I recognized any faces. A few. Then my old. He calls me 'Slut' and sometimes 'Whore'. Ralph gave me a sissy name that I like a lot. I use it for my cell phone and email messages. When I meet a man who asks me my name, it gives them a good idea of what to expect from me. My sissy name is Ima Rimmer.Ralph is not rich or handsome. His cock isn't huge. He's half a foot shorter and a few years older than I am. Even so, I'm pleased to be Ralph's submissive fuckmeat 24/7.The night I met Ralph, I was wearing a short, tight undershirt dress I'd. I had relied on her for the first few months. Most of the other shop assistants were willing but inexperienced and too young. I had to be on duty for longer than I needed too because so many were under 18 and unable to process alcohol sales. Alcohol sales were a major contribution to our turnover because the brothers bought cheap labels. They could be sold at a considerable mark up yet still usually less than the major supermarkets except when they were doing loss-leader promotions. Apart from.