’ I replied. He slapped my face. ‘Don’t you know that you’re supposed to call your superiors SIR?!’ he asked, no, he demanded. ‘A AH, Aaah... yes SIR.’ ‘Good bitch!’ He stood up, ‘Strip off my clothes’. I removed his shoes and socks. My hands went to his belt and I lowered his pants, he wasn’t wearing any underwear. Now standing naked before me, his hard cock sticking out straight at me, and me on my knees. He looked so imposing, so superior I had no will of my own. I felt small and submissive.. When they lifted his head, he found himself in the dressing room. Candicewas helping him off with his clothes as he stood there in the nude. Shewrapped a strapless open v-cut bustier around his waist, and fastened theback. Up his legs, she slid a white silk gaff, and as Candice tucked himaway and pushed up his testicles, it held him firmly.They then had him step into a larger white silk panty and pulled it intoplace, before slipping on his shoes.He steadied himself in his new heels as Candice. Oh dear god, what is he going to do now? ‘Hello mum.’ The other woman gasped, spinning around with a terrified expression on her face. Grey held up his hand. ‘It’s all right there, luv, not here to hurt you, promise.’ The woman wasn’t completely convinced but she looked a little less likely to stroke out at his feet. ‘Ain’t got nothin’ for you, boy,’ she told him. ‘Nothing worth stealin’ or takin’.’ The way the woman placed special emphasis on the word ‘taking’ and her tone: a combination of. Slowly. A gentle, insistent thrusting, then relaxation of the pressure, but no withdrawal. A little deeper with every push. Opening. Filling. Wanting. Mounting. Whispers of how good you are, how wonderful your gift, how perfectly you open your body. Soon you are filled and my body presses against your pussy. Still, I don't withdraw at all, only push and release. Every thrust now is precious friction. Yet your mounting is hardly over, for there are still other ways I will open you... Fully.