." I stammered. Maybe I was just imagining her jerking off Alan.We gathered our towels and followed the group over to the parking lot to take the vans... We got into one with a bunch of people I didn't know, and drove over to the beach. The ride was extremely bumpy, but I barely noticed, as I was focused on trying to remember what I saw with Gloria and Alan.When we got to the beach, we saw that the company had set up a volleyball net for the staff, and Christine and Nichole got a game started. I. As she savored the cream on one breast, she startedfuriously masturbating, often looking up at me with athousand mile stare, cum smeared all over her mouth andchin. While her husband concentrated on my nipple andareola, her eyes lazily rolled back as she came, herbreathing accelerating quickly like she’d hyperventilate.Her head began jerking and nodding while her orgasmpeaked. I couldn’t see her fingers, but I could onlyimagine what she was doing with her clitoris and pussy.Spent,. “Yes, Sir,” I said and went to the door. I looked through the peephole and saw a man and a woman standing in the fish eye lens. At first it did not register who they were, but in the moment it took to unlatch the door and open it, the reality of my "surprise" sank in. “Miss Sylvia! Brian! Won’t you come in?” I said with forced joviality. My heart was thrumming in my throat and I was blushing wildly. Master was behind me, his arm around my waist. I was grateful to have his arm around me, but I. Knowing she had read my storiesreally scared me because I had treated the idea of forced feminizationas a horror theme. Every man in my stories was trapped and made into atotal slave by his wife. I have never been unfaithful to Marie but mycharacters often were curious about BDSM or female domination and gotpantied, paddled, and punked with regularity.I had often fantasized about being dominated but never had I asked Marieto dominate. Now I was trapped nude and bent over like the poor soul.