But here she was naked and gagged in the boy's locker room, kneeling upon a bench in the middle of the room while she tried to ram a butt plug up her ...irgin ass. My cock was rock hard and begging for release. I began to absently rub it through my jeans as I watched my newly-acquired slave humiliate herself. I can only imagine how embarrassed she'll be when she finds out that I've been taping her.Finally after one particularly hard thrust, the plug's widest part slipped past her sphincter and. That’s all. I just grinned. And as I had hoped, it was infectious. Her stern veneer cracked and she smiled broadly. We clinked our glasses together and drank. She stood there. Smiling, but not laughing. The men stared, wondering what I’d do next. So I laughed. Genuinely, fully, loudly. I laughed and laughed and she kept smiling. And then she broke, and joined in my laughter. She hooked my arm with hers and led me into the dining room. We had a wonderful meal – Shrimp Ravioli. "Cyanide," I muttered before, forgetting the injunction not to touch anything, I opened the window.And those are the facts as seen by Sergeant Robert Spencer when he arrived on the scene.Robert saw Cheryl and immediately recognized her."Hello, Miss Holmes, glad to meet you. I am Sergeant Robert Spencer, but you can call me Bob."She introduced me to the Sergeant."Listen Miss Holmes,? he said, taking her aside, ?I’ve heard about you and any help you can give me in the matter would be most. So the first couple of weeks all was good I had lots of work and the money was coming in to pay the bills, then work dropped off and I was only getting two or three days a week. I knew my money was running low so I stayed in and spent most of my time walking around the flat in my mother's stockings and suspenders, tight little summer pants, silk robe or basque. I took loads of pictures and uploaded them to lots of sites seeing what people thought of my crossdressing body. But then we moved into.