I dropped my head in embarrassment.“What the fuck are you doing, Prof? You can’t stop now.”“I am truly sorry.” I couldn’t look her in the ...yes. The guide took us further, down the slimy passage. Fortunately, Carla was behind me. I couldn’t look at her succulent breast without losing control. Touching my own nipples, I nearly fainted. My knees buckled and I had to stop to steady myself.At a small clearing our guide indicated that the next clothing items that had to go were our shorts. Carla. "So what do you want? You found me out...you saw me...and now, why are you here?" I asked, feeling a little more confident."Because I am a Dom. I know what you are. A cross-dressing male, maybe even a sissy male. I like men who dress up as chicks. It makes them that much more easy to control. I've got several guys and women under my current dom-ship. When I saw you outside, I couldn't help but be interested in your situation."Was this really happening?"I, uh, already have a Mistress," I managed. Mostly through a software program I used at the oldcompany. I'm going to pick up a laptop in the Sault, and use my oldpassword to re-download it from the cloud. If it can do what we need,then we can get the band to pick up the maintenance contract that my oldcompany had. It is amazing for doing trusses. It prints out detailedengineering plans, and all I have to do is teach the men how tointerpret the plans. They are probably visual learners, so by doing afew trusses they will become comfortable. "I could set it up for you, what do you say?" For the first time she lifted her head, turning her eyes as high as his chest before dropping them back down to the floor. Nothing."What's your name, Baby?" he asked backing away as she began hitting the sides of her head with her knuckles. Glancing up to his companions, he made a face, causing them to laugh. They remained silent for two more stops until she finally stopped hitting herself. Reaching out, he held her hands as she struggled to pull it.