Solange lui avait choisi un chemisier blanc assez d?mod? et strict, maispropre et dont le cot? classique pouvait faire croire ? une chemised'homme. Un...pantalon de femme noir, sobre, un peu fluide, avec unefermeture ?clair sur le c?t?, soulignait sa mince taille de fille etfaisait ressortir ses fesses naturellement bomb?es. Enfin une veste noirede tailleur, tr?s sobre, et des petits souliers noirs vernis, sanslacets, compl?taient sa tenue.Si Marc ressemblait d?j? ? une fille avec ses v?tements. When we were steeling ourselves to face the day. We nodded to each other. We smiled at each other. We said, "Good morning." to each other as if that is the most profound utterance in the Universe. Not daring to say more. Monday mornings became something to look forward to. Weekend mornings became less joyfull. It was a good habit to begin. And then one beautiful Monday morning, she was sitting at my bench when I got there. My bench. Where I sat every workday easing myself into the idea of going. ..maybe this is what he wanted all along...he just had to be forced to do it.My dick sprang out, sharply sculpted head, fine eyelet of the urethra with cum oozing out. I was hard!! My dick was straining at the seams wanting relief. I put my hand on the back of his head and guided his mouth to my dickhead. I was SOoooo EXCITED! To my relief, his warm, wet mouth decended over my dick and I told him, "Del...suck it...make him feel real good for me". "Del, honey, Ritchie likes the head. “Louise is my submissive and I own her at her request. In situations like this she has to obey 3 rules, I can do whatever I want to her, she must obey my command when I tell her to do something, and she must remain silent. If she breaks any to these rules she gets punished.” “I am extending those rules to you for the weekend. I’m going to park up in a minute, we can get Louise out of the car and you can start having some fun”.The car turns off the road, we bump over a rough gravel track before.