She uncrossed her legs, reached up her dress and started to work her hand underneath and rub and rock in small movements in time with me. I could see ...ven with my restricted view that she wasn’t wearing any underwear and that she was shaved as smooth as marble. The voice in my ear spoke again.“Very good, you are working well.” (how did she know, could she see me?).“Keep the rhythm going but put more emphasis on the underside of the penis head, he loves that.”I did as I was told and immediately. We were nearly home by the time Maude began to wind down and I had recovered sufficiently to attempt an explanation for what had occurred. Most distressingly, however, the second I tried to describe that unspeakable room and the events therein, I was overtaken by a bout of projectile vomiting that left the curses of the cabbie ringing in my ears long after he ordered us from his vehicle and consigned our souls to Hell. I began to suspect that I had been drugged, and reassured us both that. ..I nodded.....Oh god....what had I done."take of your clothes" he said, "Please andrew" I said.....Andrew pounced. grabbing me by the throat......"Do as you're told you dirty little faggot" he snarled.."OK, I will" I whisperedI took of my jacket, and blouse....I was shaking so hard....and unzipped and stepped out of my skirt. "Ok....that's good" He said.I was stood in front of him, in bra, panties, suspender belt and back lace topped stockings, and my black stillettos...looking every inch the. He must have noticed she was blinking - maybe he could help."Wish I had a toy like you", he said with a cheerful grin. "Wonder if I'm supposed to box you up, too?"That didn't sound like a prelude to her rescue."I'd like to play with you, but someone would probably come in and complain if I did". He patted her head. "So you just watch me work, Red".Steve began to assemble boxes. Sounds came through the doorway - furniture being moved, men talking. Music joined this and Steve began to whistle.