“No problem…” I said, still feeling light headed. I was hardly aware of the road as we drove to Starbucks. We reached, and she slipped a thin ...ank top over her head. I ordered two mochas for us, her’s sugar free. “So” she said as we sat down, “what kind of routine you on?” I considered for a sec, “ah, you know, I guess I’m kinda past my so called ‘noob gains’, now I’m just trying to maintain, mostly upper body”. She laughed, “I think I’m living proof that ‘trying to maintain’ doesn’t. .." she chuckles, and pauses for some agonising seconds beforeasking."So.. tell me Angel, are you absolutely sure what you are?"I flush, trapped... she's trapped me! I so want to cum, but then I haveto.. to say.. oh gods she's manipulated me so well..."I'm a s.. sissy... s.. s.. slut b.. bitch Mistress Thorne," I stammer"Really? But you were so sure you weren't a moment ago?" she says, hervoice dripping with mock concern."Oh my.. which should I believe?" shepauses again, tapping her chin with. She gasped as she felt him suddenly lift her body up onto the hood, spreading her thighs widely as he spat a large gob of saliva into his palm, rubbing it along his cockshaft.“Wait, wait.. you’re not going to use a condom?,” she asked, unsure of her situation at this point. “It’s not really necessary to use one, you’re a carpet muncher after all, I’m sure you’re safe,” he said as he tapped the tip of his cock against her clit, feeling the wetness of her cunt. “Damn girl, you’re soaked. Are you. Apart from that I hadn't been told anything of what would happen.I sat at the far end hiding in a corner and having a few drinks to steady my nerves. I loved Nici enough to do almost anything for her, even allowing her now to play her games with others sometimes. She had made me admit that I even somehow liked it. She understood me, I had the cuckold angst. It hurt me to think of it but I had to accept it, and it excited me hugely, plus it clearly turned her on and she loved to see me.