No fucking way." Mr. Webber reached for the phone and dialed. "Hello, I need to talk to someone in the theft division please." Joan stopped in her ...racks and turned around. Mr. Webber hung up the phone. "That's better my dear. Now let's talk." Dennis was still in the chair and Joan stood behind hers. "Dennis will stay out of jail and keep his job if during the time he is paying the money back. You will be my sex toy and do whatever I desire, any time I want. Is it agreed?" Joan looked. She was wearing a lace garter and stockings. She didn’t have a bra on, which, for some reason, didn’t surprise me, as she seemed familiar. Her expression, which also rang a bell, looked predatory and she beckoned me closer. I was about to comply, but somehow, I was able to recall a very important factor, something most men in my position would carelessly ignore: this woman was a stranger in my house. My dazed expression hardened (along with my member, which was hard enough already) and,. When I was done he silently walked off to the bathroom and I heard the shower turn on. I lay there contemplating what had just happened. It was infuriating and exhilarating at the same time. I thought about how I had longed to have sex as a woman for so long and how tonight it finally happened, though, not exactly how I had wanted, but still it felt amazing to know I could please a man. Daniel came out, got dressed, packed up his stuff and said he had to get back home. He’d paid for the place. Walking off the dance floor I approached hubby standing on the edge as he handed me my drink. I was in a high state of arousal from my dance floor antics as I smiled at him with half closed eyes.I kissed him on the cheek and said."Let's find a seat!" As we took our seats in cosy little booth, I leant back thrusting my erect nipples forward. My passion was still stirring as I pressed my thighs together, feeling my thong separate my pussylips and rub against my unhooded clitoris.Hubby stared at.