When she would shift the gears, she would rub her hand against me and this went on. Soon we reached our community and she parked her car in her slot, ...urned and told me that she didn’t have much to do that day and she wanted to know if I would be able to give her a company.I said, sure and we went to her apartment. It was tastefully done.She told me to sit on the sofa while she goes and freshens up.I sat on the sofa and turned on the TV. While I was surfing, I came across the movie, “The. "That would make it easier for me to give you what you want. And I do want to give you your fantasy!" I knew she could see the flushness in my face as she said it."You do?" I asked sheepishly in shock. "But…" But nothing!" She said. "There is one thing though. We have to go by the rules." Rules?" I asked.She turned and opened her purse, fumbling as she pulled out some paper."The only way this can work," She said. "is if you agree to the rules". She said with a taunting smile.She already had. He slipped between two buildings, leaving the crowds of similarly robed people as he reached into a pocket of his suit for his wallet. It was still there, good. He would have needed it to prove his identity after all, if he had turned traitor and agreed to the syndicate’s terms.He pressed his finger against the fingerprint reader embedded in the leather, the microcomputer inside activating to display his UNNI identification.“Computer,” he whispered, “randomize ID.” He held the device up to his. "All right Mary, bring the sissy his beautiful dress!" ordered Mike. Mary pulled a long blue summer dress over John's head, straightened it out. She then pulled up the zipper at the back, pulled the waistband really tight and tied it with a bow behind his back. John could not see, but she quickly put in a few stitches with a needle and thread that she had ready so that John would not be able to undo the bow or the zipper by himself."All right, you can stand up, Sissy. Let's see how pretty.