As expected, daddy got rough and commanded me to get dressed from top to bottom in latex and when i was done, i should come to him, for the last finis... as he described it, so now i knew, something good was about to come, but what did he had in mind.))I didn`t needed to add much, a pink catsuit, long stockings, gloves and of cause, my pink/transparent latex hood, but i wanted to add a little extra, rubber Bloomers and my tight black corset, yeah, that was it, so now i could go into daddy.He was. She started two weeks later and I was genuinely glad I’d hired her; she did excellent work, and we got along very well. It was as if we’d known each other for years after just a few days. It made things go very smoothly, and I was grateful that my decision to hire her was the right one. As an added bonus, her girly appearance from the interview appeared to be a daily thing. Skirts and dresses, hosiery, and heels were worn every day. I tried not to stare too much, but it was a difficult. I begin to think that I can actually feel him touching them with his eyes. And the more I imagine what it would be like if he was really touching them, the wetter I’m getting. I glanced down and could see a dark patch on my jeans between my legs where I was leaking. I was so embarrassed that I was sure he could smell me. I had to ask for a break so I could go jill myself off.”“Yes!” Dee yelled. “I need a break, please.” She pulled her t-shirt down and ran out of the room to the bathrooms.. Every day he seemed to be either thinking about Esme, or she was phoning him, or she was being mentioned by other people. It was a roundabout of Esmes. Her name was putting him into a spin.He shook his head, and Esme looked alarmed at this worrying image on her phone. "You are not having a relapse, Tom? Is your head all right?" No," he said, "My head is fine, as far as that goes. It is you that seems to be disturbing my equilibrium, and I don't know why." You mean, like me? I keep thinking of.