Seeing this he brought his hand down hard SMACK, and the again quickly SMACK, mmmmmm I moaned which caused him to begin in earnest smacking hard and f...st one cheek then the other. The sting of the smacks and the vibrations were traveling straight to my pussy, I had masturbated many times and enjoyed wonderful orgasms but this was different, better somehow, this was not punishment but a new found form of foreplay. SMACK ooooooooh, SMACK oooooooooh, SMACK SMACK SMACK mmmmmmmm I was starting to. It isno longer a matter of choice. I not just can, I have to wear theseclothes. A carelessly scruffy look like jeans, shirt and not having hada shave in a week is no longer an option. Wearing naught underwear aspart of my cross-dressing had been fabulous precisely because it was notnormality, it was different, a dirty secret to be enjoyed and lived outin private. Now, this has become my normality. I wear those clothes nolonger by choice, but by default.Choice, or rather, the lack of it,. ”“Before conceiving an heir,” she sighed, “Your sentiments are obviously completely false,” she insisted, “No doubt you have come to seduce me, to rekindle your endlessly tedious pursuit of my honour.” “Amy, my concern is for your happiness nothing more, I most certainly meant nothing improper.”I insisted. “Then that is a great shame because I need to be with child with immediate effect,” she explained.“What?” I blustered feigning surprise.“Oh don’t pretend, I heard you two discussing this very. “Oh, okay,” she says doubtfully. “Because she showed us some videos from some other girls she was working on, and they had to do a lot of stuff like that.” I'm lost for words. God, does Melanie suspect I'm being forced to do that too? “No!” I insist. She looks at me for a minute. I'm still naked. Her gaze moves down my body – does she see how incredibly aroused and wet I still am? “Okay,” Melanie says skeptically. She sits down at her desk and opens up her computer. Jesus, that was.