I feel so malleable like this.Once this guy has handcuffed me, groped me, humiliated me, emptied himself into my mouth or my loins, I will still not g...t to experience climax and the release that foes with it.I will just lie here feeling even more girly, sissy and submissive than before. Where the unchastised transvestite will then climax, dress back into their men’s suit and return to their room, I will go back down to the hotel bar, humiliate myself, luxuriate in the feeling and look of my. Are you ready to go?”I was sullen on the short drive to the bungalows. I had such high hopes of what the job would be like, and Trip had shattered them in fifteen minutes. When we pulled up to the house, he held up his hand to stop me from getting out of the car.“Look,” he said evenly, “I’m sorry I was so blunt. But first impressions are pretty important, especially with these guys. You’re either ‘one of us,’ or ‘one of them.’ I want you to be one of us. I need you to be one of us. We don’t. This fame and skill had not come without cost though. Being a successful woman in academia required a degree of social sacrifice. Dr. Anderson had to develop boundaries between herself and her assistants and colleagues for fear of appearing to "sleep her way to the top". This had given Jessica a reputation for being an ice queen, but she did not care so long as she was successful.Her level of prestige also demanded a higher standard of professionalism. While her team scoured the remote desert. I reached around and cupped those heavy breasts in my hands, savouring them for a moment under my touch. I slipped my hands from them and ran my fingers over her hips. The touch of my fingers on her black garter and the nylon stockings was like electricity. My cock hardening even more- to the point where it was uncomfortable. I unzipped my trousers- freeing my erect cock as I dropped the trousers and my underwear past my knees. She went to turn, stealing a glance at my erection. She let.