I had lost all my power. I had to be truly submissive now. And it was wonderful. That helplessness only made me groan. Made me shiver. Made my pussy b...rn and ache. This was so wonderful. This is what I craved.I just had to gain superpowers to gain it.“Follow, young ladies,” Mom said, her voice stern. “Father awaits.”“Father?” whispered Georgia, shooting me a questioning glance. “Oh, right, can't talk.”I just moaned, wanting to tell her. My teeth pressed into the rubber, the flavor filling my. I am regular reader of this site. The stories which were published are very impressed me and the boldness of narrating the stories are very much enjoyable. Here, I am doing job at private firm. I am a fair complexion and 5-8 height. This story below which I am going to tell you is a real and unexpected story which I never thought about this incident. And I cannot forget this happiest incident in my life at all. This incident took place nearly 15 years back. I know it is little bit long back. Gemma was carrying an injury so was in normal attire. Hayley was forever complaining about the middle-aged guys who perved at us, as we walked around the aisles. She said they were creepy, but to be honest, I quite liked the attention. Maybe being a part-time model, as I was then had conditioned me to be more accepting of the male tendencies. To be fair, Hayley didn’t exactly help herself by wearing the shortest skirt in the team. I remember the whole aisle of tinned fruit coming to a. Even to me, that didn’t make any sense.Windy came to her own conclusion. “I was told you were a professional. I was told you could handle this. Was your Manager wrong?”I focused on her. She was pretty, but her haughty expression detracted from any possible attractiveness. “I have only done individual shots,” I said. I caught sight of Dennis and saw his attempt to hide his fear. “My manager wasn’t aware of that,” I added.“Well then you better learn control quickly,” Windy said. “Because you’re.