Her hands ceased to shake from the combination of drugs, alcohol, and hunger. Inside she knew she was being transformed, getting ready to go.But... ..... go where?Then she heard a wonderful sound! It was peaceful!Familiar ... beautiful!Her ears shut out the diner’s noise and focused on the lovely sound.Why was the dining room changing colors?How could she be looking up at a blue, summer, midday sky? It was the middle night in a terrible blizzard!But... She listened... ... and the sound began to. Mom redid my makeup explaining the difference between daytime andnighttime makeup and how to add a little more emphasis to my eyes.We dined at a small French restaurant about 5 miles from home and I evenhad a glass of champagne. It was delightful. I must confess, I wasenjoying my new role.Sunday was hang around the house and do chores day and I did my chores inheels and hose with a simple cotton skirt and blouse. Mom insisted I domy makeup because I needed the practice. We finished our. Without wasting anymore time Stacey and I released her from the spitting jig straps and her hands instantly went to her pussy letting her own fingers rub her clit and pussy lips a final time before they were bound together behind her back for the last time in her young life, Once they were bound behind her back we bent her legs at the knees slightly and tied them to the spit at the ankles giving her just enough leg room to force her pussy up and down the spit slightly to rub her clit while we. He senses that I am enjoying this and slaps my bare ass with his other hand. At first, it is soft and playful, but he continues several more slaps with each one getting harder and stronger. Being bent over the desk held down by him pulling on my nipple and having my ass slapped repeatedly is exhilarating. I am so wet that I can feel the juices flowing down my legs. I know he can smell the musky scent of my juices and it is filling the office as well.I hear him behind me now lowering his zipper.