From now on, call me 'Domina'. Now, get up from behind this table and follow me out to my car," she said, standing from the table and straightening he... clothes. "Where are we going?" I asked curiously. She shook her head. "I said no questions, whore. Do I have control or don't I?"I bowed my head and followed her to her car. After having me open the door for her, I got in and she said, "Take off all your clothes, whore. Now."I didn't have time to argue as we were on the move. I quickly buckled. "No problem, we like to keep to our own in any case!" he said.I squirmed slightly, slightly nervously, as he stared at my legs through the tracksuit bottoms I was wearing with my trainers and tee shirt.He had a brand new Lexus, one of the Range Rover clones they make, and we were soon purring up past the reservoirs and up the hillside until we were high on Saddleworth Moor, the track deteriorated and soon the tarmac was left behind, and then he stopped, by a white post."Hundred yards from here. I could feel his erection prominently pressed againstme, my skirt was exposing most of my bottom and he had hishand hooked in my panties.The elevator came to a halt, the doors open and people beganto file out as a crowd waited to enter. I was panicking. Hefirmly slid his right arm up from my hip and around the sideof my waist, let go of my panties, and let my skirt fall inone quick motion. I was so relieved. However, as I steppedforward he stepped right behind me as though we were a. Then we started getting to know the others in our party.The older grey-haired gentleman was professor Walt Burroughs, Ph.D. from Idaho State University. He was a cryptozoologist and claimed to be the foremost expert in sasquatch research. He had written a dozen books and twice as many articles on the subject. He had also consulted on several tv documentaries about sasquatch.After he ran down his curriculum vitae, I asked him, “Doc, have you ever actually seen bigfoot?”I hadn’t meant to.