.A couple of days later, I went out to my shed to retrieve some tools for yardwork and noticed a plastic bag hanging from the door handle of the shed....Opening the bag, I found a pair of pink cotton panties and a note that read, "The panties you took are my favorite and quite expensive. I hope you enjoyed them, but I would like them back. Here's a replacement pair..." The pink panties weren't the high French cut style, but they were still pretty sexy and there was a lot of dried pussy juice in. He showed me out of his lounge and down a corridor towards the back of the house. Steps ran down to a basement area. Along one wall were four identical doors, three were open showing small, windowless, rooms beyond. The fourth was closed. The Minister took a key from the pocket of his jacket and unlocked the door. It swung slowly open. Inside, sat on the floor, chained by her neck to the wall and recognisable by her long dark hair in spite of her veil, was Cora Argyll. The growling grunt that. "Please, stop...." Morty begged, his voice cracking as it rose in pitch yet became more resonant. He tried to rise from the chair - but his muscles, writhing and shaking, were out of his control. His skin was becoming smoother......and more feminine.Even as that realization sank in, Morty's hands flew to his chest as he felt the fabric beginning to tighten as two small, firm domes began to rise from his chest. As Morty screamed out in a female's voice, the tits began to swell, gaining mass and. She was scantily clad, handcuffed and apparently in the custody of a uniformed guard. The guard indicated that the girl’s sexual services were to be a gift to him for the day from one of his clients. He instructed the guard as to his desires. The girl was to be stripped of all clothing except for her high heels and collar, then sent to his inner office leashed and with hands cuffed behind her back. The guard was to bring in her clothing bundle also, then wait outside to collect her.