My hands had gripped the dressing bench above my head to give me some leverage as he punished my up lifted butt. His feet was inside my feet, keeping ...hem from getting under me for better support as he sexed my butt. Than he said 'talk to your daddy now bitch.' 'What you want me to say,' I ask 'bitch you know what I want to hear, say it or else.' He gripped my testicles in a vise like clinch, groaning I cried 'OOOOHHHH baby, fuck my ass,' he corrected me 'this ain't no ass it's a pussy, say. He really tries to keep a low profile. Do you know when he's coming back?"Mark informed me, "Lisa and Chuck said they would probably stay the night, but you know him. His cell phone rings and he vanishes." Well, keep me posted, Mark. I do need to go over some stuff with Chuck."The evening was full of dialogue by Tiny and Henry about the progress they were making with the pharmaceutical plant. They brought a man to supper who was about fifty, greying hair, medium to light build like a runner,. My favorite French maids dress and a long blonde wig came next. Mynecklace with the bejeweled playboy bunny pendant and giant gold hoopearrings completed my look.Checking the time, I found that I had three minutes to spare, so Ipulled out the nail polish and painted my fingertips with a cherry redpolish that would look perfect on the hand of a sissy slut whilewrapped around a hard cock.With one minute to go, I pulled out a piece of paper and wrote out myname, phone number, email, street. I didn't look down, but I could feel I was hard as a steel rod and as lengthy as I'd ever been. Tensing my lower groin muscles, I could feel my penis bob up and down in response.I wiggled my hips for just a moment, letting the underside of my hardness rub lightly across the fabric of the bedspread. I reveled in the thought that I had a strong, hard cock and I could do anything with it that I wanted...in spite of the humiliations that had been heaped on me. Tonight was not about me though..