I won’t say which one, but it flew short-haul to many European destinations and longer distance to all the other continents, including about ten maj...r cities of the USA.If I passed through the training course successfully, they would give me a job. I was determined to look my best and do my best, and my enthusiasm and commitment must have shown through. The training centre was on the edge of London, with a large Victorian manor house that was used for the offices and accommodation, and a. I had shaved the day before, and now my groin was itchy. I tried scratching it through my sweatpants, but that didn’t work. I tried again, reaching under my sweatpants and itching through my boxers. Still nothing. At this point, my body mistook my intentions and decided to pitch a very visible tent in my sweatpants.Luckily, I sat in the back corner of class, and when I angled my chair a certain way, nobody could see, not even the teacher. As far as embarrassment went, I was safe. However, this. I looked as helpless and feminine as ever. True, I wasno longer tied and gagged, but the corset and G-string still gave femininecontours to my body. My hair and make-up were as stunning as ever, and thesheer silk nightie, clinging to my small breasts, added considerably tothe effect.I knew I'd have to get out of this outfit soon, but there was nothing elsefor me to wear!I hurried back with aspirin and water. Cynthia was sitting up in bed,looking dazedly about her. She took the aspirin."Now go. All of that rough sex and the lingering taste of cum on her lips had left her so hot that her pussy was just quivering with need. The son of a bitch had driven her to the edge half a dozen times and yet had managed to deny her the orgasm she so desperately needed to quench the fire roaring through her body. It was as humiliating as it was undeniable, and she hated to think what that bastard would say if he knew what kind of state he'd left her in. Running a finger between her pink lips, she.