I couldn't just put my arms around her and pretend."So," I said looking over the rim of my coffee cup after taking a sip. "No smoke and mirrors today?... No smoke and mirrors." She returned nodding her head. And she looked so confidently self-assured. So lovely."The girls should be busy watching television for a while let's go sit down at the table okay." I suggested."Okay," she smiled leading me to the dining room table.Taking a seat across from her I started right out with the hard stuff, "Was. It only said “To my flower lady” with no name. Odd, she thought again, who would send me flowers? Leah immediately called Paul’s shop for information on the sender, he could only tell her that a woman he hadn’t known came in to place the order for a friend. Nothing else. Paul was as surprised as Leah. He’d never done an arrangement for a fellow designer either, they laughed with one another and exchanged pleasantries and caught up. But in the end Leah still had no more information than when. Each time my cock jumped in frustration. The voice recordingcontinued to play. Over and over I heard myself say; "I am nothing but asissy slut. I live to suck cock and be fucked, each and every day. Ispend my days dreaming about cocks and cum and feel empty when there'snot a hard cock filling my sissy pussy." Please Master, fill me full of cum and then make me into your perfectsissy slut. I will do anything and everything you say, if you'll justturn me into your si..."My words were interrupted. She could hear the quiet slurping noise as he covered his cock in lubricating spittle, and then she began to sob as he shoved his cock against her tight arsehole and began to exert pressure. Her buttocks clenched as she tried to resist this force, and she shook her head against the mattress, begging him to stop. Immediately his hand came down on her bottom with astonishing power, smacking her over and over. “Bitch, you'll let me do this or you'll suffer, understand?” he said, slapping her.