My hair was pulled back from my face slightly, held by the straps which were then buckled behind my head. Tightly. The ball gag bit deep in my mouth, ...aking me gag temporarily.Saliva production was stimulated by the gag, and I began to drool. I stood motionless, unable to move, simply allowing the drool to pool in my mouth until it filled it and began seeping out. I bit down on the gag. The one good thing about a gag - you can bite on it. It helps sometimes when the pain begins to get to. Complete honesty. I ate it up. I then explained the story to him,"Well I lied too. My husband has been desperate for another man to fuck me and I would never do it. We talked it over and over for nearly fifteen years until I finally got to like the idea. So here we are trying to make his fantasy come true."He said,"Well, I'm certainly not going to turn down the chance to fuck you."I said,"Wait right there. I didn't say that. I was just explaining."Theo told me he thought I was beautiful. I. And I guess that's why I became a CD. I always wanted to be just like her. When I was about four years old I began by wearing my aunt's high heels, of course they were to big for me, and would try to walk on them and would stand in front of the mirror and pretend I was my aunt. Well this went on for a long time and by the time I was ten years old I was already wearing my aunt's bra and panties and I loved the way I looked in them. Now the only times I could dress up was when my aunt and her. "Welcome to the big world of business ownership," I said. "Michael is trying to take half of Tamara's staff away for a week of debauchery in the Big Apple." Excuse me?" Michael retorted. "I never mentioned debauchery, but now that you mention it, I think I can make reservations there." John," Steve said, "I never had a clue you had this other life going on. You always appeared to be just one of the guys." I was only one of the guys until last year. I swore that money wasn't going to change me..