She was about five feet seven, slim but not skinny, and she looked like an Olympic runner. She was that buffed out. Her light brown hair, like her ens...mble, was put together perfectly. For some crazy reason I wondered if she got up in the morning looking like that, or if it took her an hour to get herself together. What was together was her lovely, compact, figure.Not knowing her intentions I waited for her speak first."Good evening Kevin. My name is Catherine O'Malley, and I am a Special Agent. I told her I was in the same situation my wife was home in Missouri and it would be at least another couple of weeks before I could get home. She said it must get lonely out on the road all of the time and gave me a kind of come-on sideways glance. I told her yes it did but I had some nice couples that kind of took me in on some lonely weekends. She kind of raised her eyebrows and asked, white couples? I grinned and said you got it. She said her husband Jason had suggested something like that. When you done shaving I'll get your makeup. I've got a red satin skirt and a nice frilly blouse for you to wear today. We should be done by five and then if you still want to, and that is a big if, you can change back into you male clothing." What! I thought this was all over yesterday?" I replied.She approached me and grabbed my neck. Once again she dropped me to my knees with her vice grip power. Again I submitted instantly."Now look sissyboy I have you scheduled for a set, color service, and. He attached a pair of leather cuffs to her wrists, and, holding them above her head, fastened them to a D-ring that had been attached to one of the thicker spindles of the staircase. Her breasts pushed outward from her hands being extended above her head as they were.Wearing only a blindfold, a collar, and a pair of black panties, the nearly-naked Lynn was commanding the attention of everyone in the room, especially Bill, whose manhood pressed against his pants, making his arousal obvious to.