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 Assistant III Copyright 2002 by the Wraith

   Wendy is shaking with nervous energy as she unhooks her bra, and drops
it on top of her skirt.  Wendy is so grateful for small favors as she
watches Sandra shove Joanne out of her office.  Wendy thought, "Oh God, I
can't believe I just pulled my panties down in front of Joanne when Sandra
told me to, and then Sandra tucked them into Joanne's shirt.  I'm so
embarrassed.  I know my panties were soaking wet.  What must Joanne think?"
Wendy shivers under Sandra's intense inspection of her naked body, and
watches in fear as Sandra walks slowly across her office, and stands
directly in front of her.  Wendy blushes as Sandra reaches out and casually
cups her left breast, and Wendy's body remembers her last orgasm from
Sandra.  Wendy feels her body's rapid response to Sandra's light touch. 
Wendy feels Sandra roll her already hard nipple between her forefinger and
thumb, and gently crush it.  Wendy turns slightly to the left hoping Sandra
will caress her right nipple.  Wendy is absolutely sure she is now safe
from her punishment, and smiles.  Wendy relaxes and begins to enjoy the
exquisite caresses from Sandra.

   Sandra continues to fondle Wendy's left breast, and watches Wendy close
her eyes and smile.  Sandra lets her eyes roam over Wendy's striking nude
form.  Sandra watches Wendy shift her feet, and part her legs.  Sandra
knows Wendy is not even aware she is doing this.  Sandra leans forward, and
kisses Wendy hard on the lips, and pushes her tongue into Wendy's waiting
mouth.  Sandra feels Wendy instantly return her kiss with passion, and the
women passionately French kiss for a couple minutes.  Sandra breaks the
kiss and licks and kisses her way down Wendy's neck and chest.  Sandra
takes Wendy's hard tan nipple into her mouth and lightly bites the hardened
nub, and roughly rubs her tongue across the nipple.  Sandra grabs Wendy's
ass cheeks, and firmly kneads the twin globes of that great ass while still
licking Wendy's distended nipple.  Sandra knows it is time to test Wendy
again.

   Wendy is breathing heavy as Sandra tweaks and licks her hard nipple
sending waves of pure pleasure throughout her body.  Wendy pushes out her
ass to encourage Sandra to massage her ass harder, and hopes Sandra will
take the hint, and dip a finger into her pussy.  Wendy knows it is only a
matter of time and mere inches before Sandra's expert fingers will enter
her wet pussy, and bring her another powerful orgasm.  Wendy can remember
the last, is mumbling, "Oh, Yes.  Oh God, yes, lower, just a little lower!"
Wendy runs her fingers through Sandra's silky black hair, and pulls her
assistant closer to her breast.  Wendy is waiting, and wanting Sandra to
caress her clit.  Wendy needs Sandra to caress her until she has another of
those wonderful orgasms.  Wendy is lost in her need, and out of frustration
tries to pull Sandra's hand from her ass to her Vagina.

   Sandra feels Wendy touch her wrist, and Sandra steps back.  Sandra likes
the surprised anguished look on Wendy's face.  Sandra looks Wendy in the
eyes, and smiles mysteriously at Wendy.  Sandra says, "Wendy, it is time
for your punishment, and it is also time to teach you something."

   "Please, Miss O'Donnell!  I did what you ask.  Please don't spank me."
Wendy whispered, but she thought, "Please God, I have to cum, and soon! 
Ahhh!  I can't wait..." Wendy was too humiliated to beg Sandra, but she
knew she was close.

   "Wendy, go lean across your desk, and spread your legs."

   "Please don't Miss!" Wendy says, and feels her body responding to the
anticipation of the pain, but she is thinking about Sandra's caresses
after. Wendy feels the tingling excitement grow between her legs.  She
feels her clit throb as the tingling spreads throughout her body, and her
nipples are now as hard as diamonds as she walks to her desk to receive her
punishment.  Wendy's nipples ache as her large breasts sway as she leans
flat across her cold desk.  Wendy is humiliated as she spreads her feet. 
She opens her feet about 6-inches apart.

   "Wendy, why do you try my patience?  I thought I'd be lenient after your
display in front of Joanne, but I see now, I am too soft on you.  Wendy,
you disappoint me.  I had such things planned for you today, pleasures, you
could only dream about, but now, I'll bring you pain instead." Sandra
played this game in collage, and learned the finer points of punishing her
slave.  Sandra thought, "Look at her.  Her first tears are visible, and
Wendy's confusion is making her doubt herself.  She is losing her balance,
and needs me to steady her.  She is so ripe for the plucking, and I need to
make her scream today.  I have to hear Wendy's wonderful pleading for
mercy, but today there will be none.  Oh God, I need some relief, and just
thinking about Joanne joining the fun almost makes me cum.  I have to hear
Wendy's screams, and then get her immediately on her knees licking my
pussy." Sandra squeezes her thighs tightly together, and feels the hot
moist heat radiating from her pussy.

   Wendy still leaning over her desk said, "Please tell me what I did
wrong. Please Miss O'Donnell!  Please don't be mad at me.  I'm sorry.  I
try to be good, I promise, I do, but you have to tell me what I did wrong!
PLEASE!" Wendy did not know what she did wrong, and she feels the first
tear roll down her beautiful face.  She is humiliated to be begging like a
little girl to her younger assistant, but Wendy was having trouble forming
any rational thoughts with her pussy throbbing in anticipation, her hard
nipples screaming to be caressed.

   "Wendy when I tell you to spread your legs, I want them spread, and
after all I've done to help you, Wendy.  Maybe you don't want my help
anymore.  Maybe you want me to leave you alone, and go play with Joanne?"

   "NO!  PLEASE!  Here look, I opened my legs!  Look, please look.  I
didn't know, but I do now.  Please don't leave me.  Please Miss O'Donnell.
You have to stay." Wendy was babbling because she was scared of her
overwhelming need for Sandra, and she slid down the desk until her belly
button was off the desk.  Wendy spread her feet, and cringed as she felt
her pussy lips start to open, but she did not stop until her feet were
almost as wide as the desk.  Wendy was humiliated being this exposed, and
knew there was not a shred of dignity left in this wide-open position, but
Wendy did not complain.  She didn't know what she would do if Sandra left.
She often dreamed of getting Sandra out of her life, but now Wendy had a
deep need throbbing between her thighs, and Sandra could make her climax
like no other.  Wendy felt so alive when Sandra was near, and now Wendy's
body felt little tremors running through it like she was being
electrocuted. Her body was alive and tingling.  Wendy hated to admit she
needed the humiliation and even the pain Sandra brought.  Wendy felt a
river flow in her pussy as soon as Sandra lightly slaps her ass.  Wendy
closed her eyes when a ripple of pleasure passed through her body as Sandra
slid a finger down the crack of her ass, and slowly across her vulva. 
Wendy moaned as the finger easily entered her already wet parted lips, and
then stroked her hardened clit.  Wendy tensed as the finger reentered her,
and began to slowly stroke in and out.  Wendy felt her knees start to
buckle as Sandra sped up her finger, and without the support of the desk
Wendy would have fallen.

   "Good girl, Wendy.  Don't worry my pet; I'll always be here to help you.
Sandra said as she slowed her finger moving in and out of Wendy's pussy. 
Sandra now stroked her finger in and out of Wendy in a very slow steady
pace.  Sandra took her time, an added a second finger.  Wendy let out a
loud moan, and Sandra felt Wendy' hip rock with the slow thrusts of her
fingers.  Sandra continued her very slow stroking, and ever so slowly
brought Wendy to the brink, and pulled her fingers free.  Sandra felt
Wendy's pussy grip her fingers trying to keep them inside.  Sandra said,
"look at me, Wendy." Sandra waited until Wendy was looking at her, and
Sandra reached under her brown skirt, and pulled down her black silk
panties.  Sandra saw the confusion and lust in the eyes of Wendy as she
walked around to the front of her boss.  "Wendy, I need to administer a
harsher punishment today, and you might cry out." Sandra had this planned
from the moment she called Wendy this morning.  Sandra planned to give
Wendy a much harder spanking today no matter what, and she thought about
the belt in her purse waiting to hit Wendy.  Sandra folded her wet panties,
and this would introduce Wendy to her taste.  "Open wide Wendy, and stick
out your tongue.  I have to gag you, and all I have are my panties, but
they will help you remain quiet.  Remember Wendy; we don't want any
interruptions right now.  It might be hard to explain why you are naked,
and getting a spanking at work."

   Wendy was moaning in frustration, and was horrified at what Sandra just
suggested.  Wendy watched Sandra with rapt attention as Sandra turned her
panties inside out, and folded them with the wet stained gusset on the
outside.  Wendy was racked by a wave of humiliation driven lust, and
shuddered.  She was shaking like a leaf while she pushed out her tongue. 
Wendy thought, "I want to yell STOP!  No you cannot put your dirty panties
in my mouth, NO not this.  But damn, I know Sandra is already displeased
with me.  What if she leaves me like this?  I have to climax, and nothing
else matters.  I can do this, and after my spanking, I will have Sandra's
expert caresses, and nothing else matters.  NOTHING!" Wendy was so
humiliated because she was obeying her body's lusty needs, instead of
thinking like a proper wife and mother.  She felt like such a slut, and to
her horror it felt great.

   Sandra slowly lowered her damp black bikini panties onto the tongue of
Wendy.  Sandra's pussy was now dripping, and she felt a trickle run down
her thigh when she moved and placed the panties on Wendy's tongue.  Sandra
carefully watched the eyes of Wendy follow the panty's progress, and to
Sandra's amazement Wendy did not flinch as the panties settled on her
tongue.  "That's a good girl, Wendy.  Now, lets get them inside, and we can
begin." Sandra pushed her wet panties inside Wendy's mouth.  "Close your
mouth Wendy.  That's it honey.  Now, I need you to be a brave girl, and it
will hurt, but you're a big girl, and you will be fine." Sandra leaned down
and kissed Wendy on the nose.  "Are you ready baby?  No don't cry honey, it
will be OK.  You better hang on to the side of your desk." Sandra wiped
Wendy's tears away, and kissed Wendy on the forehead.  Sandra moved behind
Wendy to start the spanking of her middle-aged boss.

   Wendy thought she would throw up when she closed her mouth around the
wet panties and accidentally swallowed some of the panty's juice.  Wendy
felt the rough wet cotton gusset sticking to her tongue.  Wendy tried
pushing the panties around her mouth to get them into a more comfortable
position, but she finally gave up when all she was doing was rubbing her
tongue across the wet panties, and squishing out more of panty's juices. 
Wendy tried to block out what was in her mouth, but Wendy could not forget
the strange taste filling her mouth, and what she just swallowed was that
of another woman.  Wendy was racked by a wave of lust when she thought
about how Sandra would be on her knees licking her after the spanking. 
Wendy looked over her shoulder, and she saw Sandra nod at her, as Sandra
got ready for the first swat.  Wendy gripped the desk, closed her eyes, and
waited.

   SWISH... CRACK!  The sound of the first hit resonated throughout the
office.

   Wendy hears the swish, and tenses for the blow, and she screams,
"AAAAHHH!  SHIT!  I'm dying!" into the panties.  Wendy thought, "OHMYGOD,
I've never been hit so hard in her entire life, I have to be bleeding."
Wendy looks to see what the hell Sandra is using to torture her with.  She
sees Sandra smiling, and holding a wide leather belt folded in half, and
about to hit her again.  Wendy excitedly shakes her head no, and mumbles
"NO!  NO!  NO!  NO!" through the panties.  Wendy reaches back, and tries to
block the next hit.

   "Get those hands down Wendy!  Or I swear it will be much worse for you."
Sandra said harshly, and looked at Wendy.  Wendy was bent over the side of
her desk, and with her legs so wide, there was no hiding her wet matted
pussy.  Sandra could see a two-inch wide red stripe starting to form across
the middle of Wendy's ass, and knew there were more on the way.

   Wendy with tears of pain rolling unstopped down her cheeks lowers her
hands from her ass, and moved them back to the side of her desk, but this
time she had a death grip on the desk.  Wendy nervously looked over her
shoulder, and sees Sandra swing, and closes her eyes, and braces for the
impact.  Wendy is now crying unashamedly, but her body is responding to the
pain.  The pain is immense, but now so is Wendy's need for it.  She feels
her pussy throbbing, and thinks, "I wonder if a person can cum from a
spanking alone?  It doesn't matter.  I can survive this pain, to have
Sandra on her knees bringing me another of those amazing orgasms.  Get
ready, here it comes!"

   SWISH... CRACK!

   Sandra squeezes her thighs together, and is racked by lust watching
Wendy's body squirm around trying to put out the fire in her ass.  Sandra
takes a second, and fondles both her tits.  She says, "Only four more
Wendy, be brave baby."

   SWISH... CRACK!

   "AAAAHHHHHH!  NOMORE!  PLEASE!  NOMORE!" Wendy screams through her panty
gag.  Wendy is sure her ass is on fire.  This swat hit Wendy just a hair
below her pussy, and the radiant heat made Wendy moan in lust.  She feels
the hot blood pounding in her pussy.  Wendy is on the verge of
hyperventilating, and is breathing heavily through her nose trying to get
ready for the next swat.

   SWISH... CRACK!

   Sandra takes a second and pulls up her skirt, and vigorously rubs her
pussy.  Sandra moans as her left hand pinches her right nipple, and her
right forefinger rubs her clit fast and hard.  She loves the display from
Wendy's wide-open pussy, and the juice clinging to the lips.  Sandra
stopped caressing her clit.  She did not want to cum to soon, and Sandra
loves the wide red stripes across Wendy's white ass.

   SWISH... CRACK!

   Wendy screams, "STOP!  NOMORE, I can't take it anymore!  Please stop."
Wendy is screaming into her gag, but all that emerged was a grunt of
unintelligible mumbling.  Wendy is now happy for the panties in her mouth.
She knew without them she would be filling her office with loud screams of
pain.

   "Last one Wendy." Sandra takes one last caress of her tit, and swings.

   SWISH... CRACK!

   "AAAAHHHHHHHH!  God, I'm dying!  The pain!  AAAAHHHHHHHH!"

   This hit was the hardest of the six, and Sandra is shocked by the loud
crack of the belt.  It sounded like a gunshot, and the muffled screams from
Wendy are amazing.  Now comes Sandra's favorite part, comforting Wendy. 
Sandra said, "All done Wendy.  Wendy, we need to put lotion on your ass. 
It will cool it, make it feel better, and stop the swelling.  Slide up on
your desk, and let me hold you." Sandra helped Wendy slide up on her desk,
and she took her black panties out of Wendy's mouth.  Sandra sat on the
desk, and took Wendy into her arms, and held her boss.  She let Wendy cry,
and stroked her hair, and back.  Sandra quietly whispered in her ear,
"Wendy, You disappointed me today, if only you could remember to behave, I
would not have to spank you.  Will you be good from now on Wendy?" Sandra
thought, "Wendy, if you only knew this is only the beginning.  I have such
plans for you, and soon you'll be crawling naked across your living room,
and getting a spanking without a gag.  Wendy, your screams will fill your
house.  I can't wait."

   "I'm sorry Miss O'Donnell.  I'll be good, I promise.  Please don't hit
me again." Wendy was wracked with sobs, and she felt better she could
finally get enough air to cry.  Wendy clung tightly to Sandra, and cried on
her shoulder.  Wendy felt strangely better as she clung to Sandra.  She
felt so safe, and loved.  Wendy carefully felt her ass, and thought her ass
was on fire, and wondered if she would ever be able to sit again.  Wendy
let Sandra put the lotion on her blistered butt, and felt the cooling
almost immediately.  Wendy felt the pain in her ass diminish, and the
ripples of pleasure start to pulsate in her pussy.  She soon felt the pain
turn into a distant memory, and she was moaning in lust as Sandra rubbed
the lotion on her ass, and inner thighs.

   Sandra takes her time, and slowly rubs the lotion over Wendy's butt. 
She gently rubs and kneads the lotion in, and feels Wendy responding again.
Sandra leisurely caresses Wendy, and slowly builds the pressure in Wendy.
Sandra knows Wendy needs to climax, but today is Wendy's turn to give
pleasure.  Sandra slips her finger between Wendy's thighs and brushes
Wendy's labia.  Wendy lets out a long moan, and Sandra sees Wendy lift her
butt in the air to allow the exploring finger to find its target.  Sandra
slips her middle finger into Wendy, and after a few short very slow strokes
removes it.  Sandra hears Wendy's moan of frustration, and Sandra slides
her finger up and down over the outside of Wendy's vulva.  She makes sure
to stay away from Wendy's clit, and then pushed two fingers into Wendy's
pussy.  Sandra works the fingers in and out faster and faster, and as soon
as she is sure Wendy is about to climax, she quickly removes her finger,
and licks the juice off.  Sandra licks the cherry flavored lotion, and
Wendy's musky scent off her fingers, and likes the taste of the mixture of
the juices.

   "Please don't tease me.  Please...  I have to climax.  I'll die if I
can't cum.  Please..." Wendy was so close, and her need so strong, she
begged.  Wendy felt a need so strong; she knew she would do anything to
cum.

   "Wendy, you are being punished, and I need you to get off the desk, and
kneel on the floor."

   "Please Miss O'Donnell... I need it... Please..." Wendy is shaking with
lust, and she knows Sandra is tormenting her on purpose.  Wendy gets to her
knees, and looks at Sandra.

   Sandra sits in Wendy's chair, and spreads her legs.  She pulls up her
skirt, and looks to Wendy on her knees.  "Wendy it is time to return the
favor if you want to cum today.  Now crawl over here, and lick me.  RIGHT
NOW!" Sandra watches Wendy crawl the few feet around the desk, and Sandra
loves the way Wendy's large breast wobble, and shake as she crawls.

   Wendy feels degraded to be crawling naked in her office, and this is
something so removed from her normal life, she has a tough time thinking it
is real.  Wendy feels her breasts flopping around, and she blushes.  She
always wears a bra to keep this from happening, and is more humiliated
seeing Sandra look at her brazen display.  Wendy thinks, "here I am naked,
crawling on my hands and knees in my office, and I'm about to lick another
woman for the first time in my life.  I've always thought one day I might
have to lick Sandra, but I never thought it would be today in my office."

   Wendy crawls the last couple feet, kneels in front of Sandra, and she
sees Sandra's pussy up close for the first time.  She likes the way Sandra
shaved the sides of her vagina bald, but left the pubic hair on the top,
and is surprised how wet, swollen, and open Sandra's pussy is.  Wendy can
smell Sandra's arousal, and Wendy gets nervous as Sandra slides to the edge
of the chair.  Wendy remembers doing the same thing a couple days ago. 
Wendy hesitates, and slowly leans forward.  She lightly touches Sandra's
labia with her tongue.  Wendy licks upwards about an inch.  Wendy is
surprised the taste of Sandra is not as bad as she thought.  She gets a
little bolder, and this time licks the entire length of Sandra's pussy. 
Wendy smiles as Sandra wildly moans in lust.  Wendy thinks about how Sandra
licked her, and Wendy tried her best to imitate Sandra.  Wendy is pleased
when she feels Sandra grab the side of her head, pulls her tightly against
her vagina, and tries to get Wendy's tongue deeper inside her.  Wendy
immediately doubles her licking, and ever so often she would push her
tongue deep inside Sandra.  Wendy knew she was getting close to making
Sandra climax, and feels Sandra tense and at the last instant she sucks
Sandra's clit, and sends Sandra over the edge.

   Sandra is in heaven, and loving Wendy's caresses.  She feels better
after her climax, and kneels on the floor, and pulls Wendy on top of her,
and the women start 69ing.  Sandra licks, and did her best to bring Wendy
another powerful climax.  She knew she had to condition Wendy to receive
great pleasure after any pain, and like Pavlov's dog, Wendy would soon grow
accustomed, and the pain/pleasure would mix together.

   The women spent the next half-hour kissing and caressing, and Wendy is
feeling so alive, and great as her third climax washes over her.  She
thinks, "Wow, that was great.  I can't believe I can feel such pleasure.  I
feel so naughty, but so alive.  I've never felt such intense feeling in my
entire life, and I hate to admit it I think I'm falling in love with
Sandra." Wendy was glowing with pleasure, and she licks and caresses
Sandra, and gives Sandra a second orgasm.

   Sandra said, "Wendy, you're getting better and better.  I haven't cum
like that in some time, and I hate to admit it, but we better get back to
work.  I'm not sure I can have another orgasm without hurting myself."
Sandra leans over and kisses Wendy, and gets up, and starts to look for her
clothing.

   Wendy thought she would bust with pride when Sandra complimented her. 
Wendy got dressed, and spent the rest of the day in limbo.  She did not
know what would happen to her life now.  She changed today, and knew she
would have hard decisions to make.  She answered the phone right as she was
about to go home, and Sandra said, "Wendy, how old is your daughter, and
what is her name?

   "Uhm... Terri just turned 18.  Why?  " Wendy was getting nervous, and
wonders why Sandra is asking about Terri.

   "Just curious.  Is it true Terri wants to be a fashion model?"

   "Yes, Miss O'Donnell.  That's Terri's dream, why?" Wendy did not want to
talk about her baby, but she could not stop herself.  The questions seemed
so innocent, but she knew Sandra must want something from her daughter, and
Wendy did not want to involve Sandra with Terri.

   "Good.  Tell your daughter tonight, I have some high-fashion modeling
connections, and if she wants I can talk to a photographer or two, maybe an
agent, and I can get her some local modeling assignments next week.  Tell
her if she is accepted, she can be on her way to a runway in Paris for the
fall line."

   Wendy was nervous of what Sandra wanted with her daughter, and Wendy
knew it could not be good whatever it was.  Wendy had to try and save her
daughter, and said, "Please don't Miss..."

   "Wendy, I have connections, and will help your daughter realize her
dream.  Terri will be on the runway in Paris and Milan, living her dream,
but what I want is you.  I want you to take pictures of your daughter in a
bikini, and some revealing lingerie shots.  I need you to take these
pictures.

   "Please don't do this to me Miss O'Donnell!  That's my baby.  How can
you expect me to take pictures of Terri like that?"

   "Wendy, this is just a test, and I want to help you stretch the confines
of your white-bread suburban existence.  Think what this opportunity will
mean to your daughter.  Now, think if you can live without me.  You have
one week to bring me the pictures, and you better make sure they are sexy.
Do a web search for teen girls Wendy.  It should give you some ideas."

   "Please don't ask this of me.  Anything else.  Anything."

   "No, Wendy.  Now I want more.  Tomorrow morning you will bring me some
of your daughter's underwear to let me know you will take the pictures. 
This is your choice Wendy.  Bring me the underwear, and we will continue to
play, but without it, I will go play with Joanne."

   "Please, how can you expect a mother to do that to her daughter? 
Anything.  Please ask something else."

   "Wendy, don't wear a bra tomorrow, and you better go shopping for more
skirts like you wore today.  You are never to wear pants to the office
again.  You have a great body Wendy, and it is time you started dressing a
little sexier.  Wendy, I want you.  I have plans for Joanne, and I need you
to play an active part.  The pictures are to test you to see if you can
follow directions, and stretch beyond what you think you're capable of. 
What are you going to wear to work tomorrow, and what will you place on my
desk before you enter your office?

   Wendy was on the verge of tears, but she saw a glimmer of hope in Sandra
words.  She desperately wanted to believe Sandra would leave her daughter
alone.  Wendy was having trouble speaking, but squeaked out, "I will wear
dresses from now on, and I will bring some underwear tomorrow." Wendy clung
to the hope that Joanne would join in, and not Terri.

   "I will give you until Saturday to give me the pictures.  I will be
coming over to your house on Saturday to collect the pictures, and stay for
dinner.  Be ready Wendy, we will play on Saturday.  Now call Joanne, and
tell her I was thinking about touching her tits, and her ass again.  Tell
Joanne to keep your panties safe, because we will be visiting her very
soon. Tell Joanne your measurements, and weight, and then answer any
questions she asks.  No matter how embarrassing.  Goodnight Wendy.  Or do
you want to complain some more?"

   "Goodnight Miss O'Donnell." Wendy silently cried as she dialed Joanne's
number.  She prayed Joanne was out of her office, and when Joanne answered
Wendy closed her eyes, and said, "Hi Joanne, Uhm... Miss O'Donnell wanted
me to call before you left, and she said I was to tell you she was thinking
about how she touched your breasts, and your butt, and wants to do it
again. Remember Joanne; you're to keep my panties safe, because we are
coming to visit you very soon.  I'm sorry Joanne... but Miss O'Donnell told
me to tell you my measurements... Uhm... I'm a 36D-26-37, and I weigh 135
pounds.  We are coming for you soon Joanne." Wendy quickly hung up her
phone.  She could not answer any questions, and sat at her desk and sobbed.
She thought, "How can I act like this?  Why did I just humiliate myself, by
calling Joanne?  I cannot involve my baby.  No, never, but Terri wants to
be a model so bad.  I can help to make her dream come true, and all I have
to do is take pictures.  I don't know what to do, and why does Sandra want
to visit me on Saturday, and what does she mean we will play?" Wendy sat at
her desk for over an hour, and cried, and thought about what to do.  She
finally went home.

   Joanne drove home, and the whole way home she kept thinking, "I wonder
when Wendy and Sandra are coming to visit me, and what will they make me
do, and will I enjoy it?" Joanne thought about various kinky things she
would be made to do, and she resisted the impulse to open her briefcase,
but Joanne was soon fingering Wendy's silky panties, and thought about how
Wendy pulled them off at Sandra's orders.  Joanne let her fingers play
across the silky material, and although Joanne had worn similar panties
most of her life, she could not believe just touching Wendy's crusty satin
panties was causing her nipples to harden, and her pussy start to throb and
get damp.  Joanne thought, "This cannot be real.  How can a pair of Wendy's
dirty panties be arousing me?  I'll throw then away at home.  I had to
bring them home because I didn't want the janitor to think these panties
were mine." Joanne kept thinking about what she saw today, she saw Wendy's
body in the sheer lingerie, and her with her right hand, she slid Wendy's
panties between her legs, and massaged her pussy through her pants.  Joanne
liked the feeling of the silken material rubbing across her fingers as she
caressed her pussy.  Joanne knew these panties were a symbol, and with them
she could have experiences like Wendy does.  Joanne pulled into her
driveway with a deep need to climax.  She opened the garage door, and saw
her husband was not home yet.  She went inside her house, and set her
briefcase beside the hall table, and tossed her keys into the dish.

   Joanne walked into the living room, and saw the answering machine
blinking, and she listened to her husband say, "Sorry honey, but I have
another late appointment, and will get something to eat here.  Don't wait
up.  I love you."

   Joanne listened to the tape again, and once again, and she was sure
there was a woman giggling in the background.  Joanne thought, "Damn him!
Not again." She was sure he was having another affair with his secretary.
Joanne went to the bathroom and started the water in the tub.  She walked
to the kitchen, and brought back a bottle of white wine.  Joanne undressed
and soaked in the tub.  She drank the bottle of wine, and cried.  She felt
her empty house closing in all around her, and thought back to Wendy's
phone call.  Joanne took the washcloth, and soaped her breasts.  She felt
her nipples expanding, and moaned in frustration.  Joanne leaned over, and
flipped on the Jacuzzi pump, and the heater.  Joanne felt the Jacuzzi jets
massaging her legs and back.  She settled back, and again caressed, and
squeezed her left tit.  Joanne moaned, and pinched her right nipple hard.
She winced in pain, but felt the pleasure as soon as she released her
nipple.  Joanne slowly soaped her flat stomach, and moved the washcloth
lower until it washed across her blonde pubic hair.  Joann was 38 years
old, and was proud of her body.  She worked out religiously, and knew she
was still classified as a blonde babe anywhere she went.  She had shoulder
length blonde hair, and was still the same weight, 122Lbs as when she was
in high school.  The only thing to change was her breast size.  She happily
went from a 36A-24-34 to a 36C-24-34 after the birth of her son.  She knew
she could enter a bikini contest and hold her own with 18-year-old girls.
Joanne smiled, and lifted her calves over the tubs rim.  Joanne felt the
Jacuzzi jets washing across her vagina, and she moaned, "Unnhhh!" she
scooted closer to the jets with her left hand still rubbing her clit. 
Joanne let go of the washcloth, and now made small circles on her clit, and
then worked two fingers in and out of her cunt.  Joanne felt herself
cresting, and soon climaxed.  She still felt the need of something
different to ease the sexual tension in her body.  She got out of the tub,
and dried off, and put on her robe.

   Joanne walks to the front door, gets her briefcase, and walks back to
her bedroom.  Joanne tosses her robe over a chair, and lies naked on her
bed.  She opens her briefcase, and takes Wendy's sheer peach panties out,
and looks them over.  The crotch has dried, and left the crusty residue of
Wendy's juices behind.  Joanne lifts the used panties to her nose, and
breathes in the leftover scent of Wendy.  Joanne shivers, and feels so
naughty, and starts to fondle her breasts.  Joanne pulls on her hard
nipples, and pinches them harder and harder until she moans out loud. 
"Unghh..." Joanne slides her left hand down across her flat stomach, and
lower until she starts to caress her clit.  She pinches her nipples, and
moans out as she flicks her clit.  Joanne is lost in her need to cum.  She
lies on the bed with the panties across her nose and mouth, her right hand
caressing and tweaking her left nipple, and her left hand massaging her
pussy.  Joanne thinks about how it would be to have Sandra take total
control over her life, and vigorously fingers her clit, and in her mind she
hears Sandra say, "Finger that cunt, you slut."

   Joanne says out loud, "Yes Mistress!" Joanne has another climax, and
this was better than the one in the tub.

   Joanne spent the next two hours masturbating, and she felt her fourth
climax pass through her body.  Joanne was worn out.  She was panting, and
having trouble catching her breath.  Her breasts, and nipples were sore
from her pulling on them, but her vagina felt like it was rubbed raw.  She
stood up, and wobbled as she stripped her sweat stained sheets.  Joanne
felt her vagina complaining about its rough treatment in the last couple
hours while she made the bed, and Joanne had to sit on the edge in utter
exhaustion.  Joanne looked at Wendy's peach panties lying on the floor, and
picked them up, but now they were soggy with her juices.  Joanne after her
first climax on her bed pulled on Wendy's panties, and massaged her pussy
through Wendy's silky panties.  Joanne felt so dirty wearing Wendy's
panties, and Joanne still had trouble believing how hard she climaxed that
time.

   Wendy went to bed thinking how she could keep Sandra's hooks off of her
baby.  She woke up the next morning, and got a shower, and sat on the
toilet, and cried.  She was having a hard time coming to terms she would
actually take partially naked pictures of her baby, and give them to her
assistant.  Wendy dressed for work in her new black skirt.  She went
shopping last night, and her husband complimented her on her sexy new
wardrobe.  Wendy was hiding in her bedroom.  She could not face her
daughter this morning without her bra, every time she moved in the
slightest her large breasts would shimmy and bounce.  Wendy felt like a
tramp, and cursed her hard nipples as they tried to poke through her
sweater.  Wendy contemplated calling in sick today, but she did not know
how Sandra would react.  Wendy listened for her daughter to leave for work.
Wendy hated herself as she entered Terri's room.  Wendy walked to her
daughter's dresser, and opened the second drawer down, and stared at
Terri's lingerie.  Wendy was thinking, "If I do this I will never be the
same.  I know that this is a test, but how can I give Sandra something so
personal from my daughter, and the question is what will Sandra ask for
next?  This is beyond evil to ask a mother to betray her daughter, and how
I hate myself for not being strong enough to say fuck you Sandra!" Wendy
reached in the drawer, and rooted to the bottom, and chose a pair of pale
yellow Nylon panties, and an older white cotton bra.  Wendy folded them,
and dropped them into her purse.  Wendy felt tears starting in her eyes as
she drove to work.

  
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