I like being the caregiver. I enjoy the feelings that come fromserving and pleasing another person. I am at peace when someone superiorto me is maki...g most of my decisions for me. I feel excited when I amable to transform myself into an attractive, feminine ? and desirable --object. I feel fulfilled when I hear words of praise or appreciationfor the things I have done around the house. And I quiver at the secret,guilty delight that all these sensations are forbidden to me because Iwas not. A while later Sara has sneaked out of my bed room and comes up and confronts me called me a slut bitch for fucking her husband, Sam grabs her and tells to get the fuck out if she didn’t want to wind up like her husband. Dave finally shows up and asks what going on, I tell him and he says he’s going next door to talk to Sara and get things straightened out. To our surprise a few minutes later Mike comes over to apologize for what he did last night. Appearently Dave had sent him over, when he. I did as I was told and sat down, eagerly waiting to find out what was going to happen next. Fiona walked over to me, bending down to ensure I could see her breasts.My eye fell deeply into her cleavage, entranced by her beauty as my cock stiffened. She picked up a pair of sheer stockings, brushing them gently against my legs as she handed them to me, making me shiver."This is exciting isn't it Brianna?" she said softly and seductively in her sexy husky voice. "Put these on, they'll make you. . any place you'd like," I told her, and then somewhat nervously climbed into her car with her as she pulled out of the parking lot and onto the street. We drove for several minutes in total silence, me ... having no idea where we were going. Though I'm not sure she did either as minutes later she pulled her car into one of those parking garages a short distance away. She seemed to be looking for a particular place to park, so once again I waited until she spotted a place off and away from.