... PLEASE!!!!!!!! DON'T LEAVE ME HERE FOR ANOTHER SIX MONTHS!!!.......... PLEASE, CALL MY WIFE.... TELL HER TO COME AND GET ME!!!!!!!!I’LL DO ANYTH...NG!!! ANYTHING!!!'I fell quiet and sobbed. I had broken her rule about speaking without permission (screaming, actually). I tried to show the Ladies that I was still respectful by staying perfectly in position.I stayed perfectly in position, silent, my nose to the wall.....and waited......chained.....sobbingThe Ladies footsteps halted. There was. " I hugged him tight. "I love you however you dress. You know that,right?" I'm Lucy tonight mum. And nobody thinks it's strange when I dress likethis. I think they all prefer me like this. I like it too. I feel good."We hugged a moment longer and I let him finish up. He came out withmakeup, quite well done and a purse. He had brushed the wig and I couldsee steady lines around his eyes. His lashes appeared to have heavycoats of mascara. His eyeshadow was subtle with darkened brows. He worehis. Other than the telltale wrinkles at the sides of my eyes and a perennial look of weary boredom, I was fortunate enough to have the same figure that I had when I was giving blow jobs to the ungrateful jocks under the stands on the football field.I think it was because my randy husband demanded I be ready to bend over night or day and refused to spend the money for a dishwasher machine or even a dryer to make it easier for me to dry the clothes for five people. I was constantly on the go and the. "Look, fat boy, I needsome answers. What do you know about certain articles of antiquity beingsold on the black-market?" Ah, masters, your turn to cut the crap, for surely you mean theDexterous Dildo of Denmark," he observed.The thought of the fake phallus and its appeal yielded an almostPavlovian response of slickness in my y-fronts. "Alright, so that's whatI'm looking for, so what do you know?" Masters, my boi, have you forgotten that I don't ever know anythingwithout a gratuity," Won replied.