"No babe...I told you, I'm in control right now. But don't fret, I seriously can't resist you for too much longer (as an evil sideways grin crept on h...r face)"Just as she said this, her hands found the clasp to Samantha's bra and quickly unsnapped it. She ripped off the rest of it and lifted her shirt to rest around the handcuffs that were still keeping her hands tied down up above her head.Hannah took a moment to appreciate the gorgeous sight of the hardened and seeking nipples.Samantha loved. "I'm his wife in theeyes of everyone else, so it is," I sighed. "You never thought aboutleaving him?" asked Melissa.The idea did cross my mind, but I quickly realised that not only didMisses Harris not have a job, she did not have a college education atall, in essence I had no choice but to stay with Allen. "I did, butwhat could I do? Misses Harris never went to college you know, howcould I provide for myself? ," I said disappointingly. "You're right,I didn't think of it like that," frowned. He certainlyseemed to enjoy being with her. Could this be the start of some kind ofrelationship? Could those intermittent - and sometimes embarrassing andeven a little erotic - dreams of the past fifteen or so years actuallybe coming true? And should she now consider, what was that word againshe saw when furtively reading about transsexuals? Oh, yes,transitioning? She had once, sort of tentatively looked into it, butthe cost and time involved, and fear of coming out to her family andfriends,. I lifted her top over her head while she deftly unbuttoned my shirt, and then pressed her body to my chest, skin on skin. “This feels so naughty,” she said. “Yeah. The walls aren’t very thick. I want everyone to hear me fuck you. You game?” “Definitely.” I leaned over her, forcing her back until she lay on the desk. I unbuttoned her shorts and slid my hand in to cup her mound. No pants, just like I’d thought. She moaned as I began to tease her, my cock hardening in response to the feel of her.