My right eye started its little nervous twitch as I turned to go. Everything looked ready. At nine I closed the door and left.At a quarter to ten I sl...pped back into the bathroom and locked the door. The mirror was still steamed from Sweet Sister. I turned off the camera but left the towels the way they were. No sense disturbing things. I slipped my camera into a plastic bag we use to line the wastebasket under the sink and headed off for my room.I uploaded the video to my computer and pushed. Barb felt that is just what she needed as she stood in this elegant room naked as the day she was born. Unknown to her, things were about to go to the next level. The wine, like all the drinks that Barb would consume, had small amounts of d**gs that would elevate her sexual libido. They were not for the purpose of making her a horny slut. Neither were they designed to knock her out. They would simple relax those inhibitions of a small town girl and replace them with feelings of a matured woman. Of course I lick it up and ask if I may suck him. “in time sissy” he says. He brings me to the couch and puts me on all fours. My panties are pulled down to expose my plug. “very nice, sissy”. “Thank you sir” i reply. He pulls it out and pushes it back in telling me I am so tight. “ Gotta stretch this pussy a little bit you fag”. I secretly love being called a fag and ask him to be gentle. I get a glimpse of my nails and shiver at how feminine I look and feel. He laughs and pushes it in hard.. " I told her."And you are with me because . . ." She prompted."I'm with you because my daughter comes first. She needs me more than the company does, other people can do my job here, but only I can help my daughter." I told her.She nodded and smiled, "That's what I was lead to believe, and do you expect any trouble when we get to reception?"I thought for a moment. If Clive was the complete bastard that I thought he might be then I could expect our burly security people would try to stop me. I.