. on the bolt." agreed Amber.They were dressed in hair-caps and gloves and taken to the basement. The basement was a warren of slicing, dicing and sew...ng. Mother was pleased, the sewing was all done on site.All the way to the far end of the basement, the fabric room was like a vault.Or so I was told.While the ladies looked at choices, I got to stand on a stool and have my privates fingered under the excuse of 'measurement.'Oh ... I was asked one question: "Right or Left?"Amber said, as she. I shot another laod into her ass. I removed the tape and spoon fed her the cum that leaked ou of her battered hole. More humiliating than having her feet fucked she thought as she swallowed the semen with the hint of her own ass. I drove her home. I didn’t make her do anything to me. Just as we pulled up to her house I said to her, "Next Friday we’re going out on a date, you’ll wear a mini-skirt and thigh highs again. Make sure That I can see the tops of them to. Wear a white button up blouse. "A computerized voice responded, "I'm sorry that floor does not-" Mistess Dyvia Zeta protocol-nine-five execute." Thank You Mistress Dyvia. Guest Accomodations 3G."The elevator started moving down quickly. When the elevator stopped, Iturned around and put glasses on her, I stepped out and lead her downthe hallway again slowly. As we walked she had a view of the othergirls. Everyone of them dressed in latex, leather or were dressed insomething that seemed no less than 'ultra femme' though. All three times bringing myself so close to the edge of orgasm that I was literally shaking with the need for release but never once gave in. Oh, Sir, what have you done to me?And now, of course, I’m back in my office writing all of this to You, having finally made myself get dressed again and walk, on wobbly legs, the several blocks back into town. I have no more appointments today and I can’t express how happy it makes me feel to be on all fours behind my desk again, skirt up and pantyhose.