. I'msorry son, I didn't mean what I said, about me not talking to you anymore, and all of that." It's ok," I cried... (I felt female emotions running...through me. Mydad would come around soon enough.)I still continued sobbing. (I'd have to freshen up my makeup soon.) Itwasn't, however,like I could just rip off my skirt, wash off my fakeskin-creame, and go back to being Dave Miller. I was stuck, in theshameful state of being LaShaunda, before my father.This had to be the lowest of the low for. Waking upHe found himself surrounded with darkness, so dark, not even a hand before his face could be seen, not that he could lift his hand, or any other part of his body for that matter, though he tried, but discovered his wrists in solid handcuffs behind his back, feeling the hard unyielding metal and the sound of the very short chain between the links.The cuffs in turn, were fastened to a ring bolted securely to the floor, making him lay on his side the only possibilty of posture.His ankles. And not some teenage quick view down a panty waistband pulled open to show a patch of hair. This was a proper women, legs open now and writhing slightly in the pleasure he was delivering. His cock was getting uncomfortable. “Please concentrate, I can’t stand this” she moaned. And then it hit her like a wave. He carried on rubbing, not knowing what else to do, she screeched with a banshee wail. Apparently that was her reaching an orgasm mach 10. She told him later she’d never achieved that with. " And what are you going to do about it?" he asked, somewhat neutrally I thought. Unlike him to distance himself from a departmental problem."I'm going to talking it over with my boss, and see what he thinks." I looked him straight in the eye."Bugger. I had hoped you'd sort it out without me, 'cos I haven't the faintest idea what to suggest. Can we put it off for a bit? We don't even know if Charlie Bullard will let Helen transfer." Well, Drew is getting a bit itchy, I'm not sure how long I can.