Finally, I put on a little lip-gloss and nail polish. I'd been a little disappointed I was wearing a T-shirt and jeans instead of a skirt at first bu... I now looked and felt very feminine. "Very cute," Mr. Harris said. "If you go to the back of the house," Ms. Black continued. "There's a bicycle. Go to the market on Elm Street and buy us what's on this list." "Go out, like this, alone, I can't," I yelled. "Now, Melanie," Ms. Black said. "You really have no choice unless you want to go. I watchedher as she relaxed and she half opened her eyes and looked down at me, my mouthstill at her pussy. "You're beautifully submissive Emma." Her sex thrust forward again and I was rubbed over her, trying to lick topleasure, trying to kiss, but really I was being used to fuck Mistress. Shecame again. After I was told to lay on the carpet at her feet, with my legs spread wideand up, my arms beneath me, my hands grasping my buttocks so my open pussythrust up as did my tits. It felt so. ComNote: I have to admit, I was surprised from the feedback I have beenreceiving from everyone about my stories. While it is hard to pleaseeveryone, the feedback has been mostly positive. Some don't like thehumiliation aspects of some stories; others think there is not enoughhumiliation. Lots of story line ideas and recommendations. I have come tothe conclusion that I can't please everyone, but I do enjoy hearing fromeveryone. I am a novice writer, and a closet cross dresser. So pleasekeep up. For a second, my blood ran cold and I felt sick. I summoned up my courage and dignity, holding my head up as we passed; I smiled warmly and said "Good morning Sophie."Neither of us broke our stride, but as she passed me she snarled, "bitch." This stopped me in my tracks and I turned to her and said,"What have I done to you Sophie, it's me that should be bitter." Sophie walked back to me, her pretty face twisted in a grimace. With her face only inches from mine she hissed, "Don't act the.