I smiled, nodding in agreement. I thought about telling her about earlier, but I had promised Fred not to talk about it. I tell Jessica everything and...was confident I'd tell her this as well, but wanted Fred to at least have a chance to explain it before I did. Besides, I was too tired and it was too late to get into it just now. I needed some fucking sleep. As I drove in on Monday I was a bit nervous about the upcoming chat with Fred, but as the day progressed I got so busy I nearly forgot. Once Irealized the kind of apron I was wearing I started to feel verysarcastic and a bit angry, causing me to say something to Marta Ishouldn't have."Why don't you put me in a dress and high heels and finish the job," waswhat came out of my mouth in exasperation. Of course, I regretted sayingit instantly."You want dress and high heels Mr. Steve?" was her reply "not problem. Ibuy for you. You wear with bra, make feel pretty. Look like woman. Feellike woman," she predicted."No, no Marta, I was. "Tell you what, I'll make you a deal." I knew there would be a catch coming. "You have to keep up your end of the bet, and be our slave for the rest of Spring Break. You will do what we want, when we want, and with whomever we want you to do it with. If you can be an obedient little cumslave, maybe I won't send this picture around campus. Does that sound like a good deal to you?" I had to agree, lest my reputation be soiled around school. Not that I would have turned them down anyway, serving. I could feel her breast touching me and rubbing my chest. Then she turned around and grinded me. I felt like I was in heaven, my cock felt her soft curvy ass touching it and became hard. When she felt that, she grinded harder as I grinded back at her. She grabbed my hands and pulled my arms around her. She turned her head and looked me in the eyes with her slightly brown eyes and then kissed me. My hands hugged her tighter as we had our tongue battle. The alcohol in my veins made me brave.