Both of us went to town on the tormented girls’ spread pussies and asses. I even gave Lynette permission to loop her arms under her spread legs so s...e could use her fingers to play with her puffy, tormented nipples.When Stephanie heard my permission statement to Lynette, she softly asked, “Miss Sammy, may I use my fingers on my titties and nipples?”Sammy lifted her face from Strawberry’s humping pussy and simply replied, “Because you asked so nicely... No! No, you may not move your hands from. I then did a credible job mimicking my friends' efforts to anchor my new mane to my own hair with bobby pins. Angelina's smiling face was next to mine, meeting my gaze in the vanity mirror."Oh, yeah," she murmured. "Now put on the shoes. I want to see The Strut."My heart was pounding, but no longer from apprehension. I was into it now. I slipped my feet into the mules. The skyscraper stilettos arched my legs, thrust out my boobs and tush, and made me feel invincible. I conjured up a mental. Dark red. I felt the same beautiful sensation as when I stroked my cock. As I rubbed my nipples I felt my cock harden again – as if demanding attention. This time I was wanking my cock with one hand while rubbing my nipples with the other. I had never known such ecstasy.The next day I was looking in a mirror at my body. There was not a hair anywhere – pure smooth silky pale. The hair on my head was becoming shiny and lustrous. I did notice something odd, my waist was becoming quite distinct and. The memory of those swats makes youas limp as an overcooked noodle.The pepper oil makes you avoid touching those parts of your body, butbecause of the daily attentions, you know that others would not have thatproblem, and lately you have been dreaming that a man, the man in yourdrawings, is making love to you and stimulating your breasts andgenitalia. You are not a homosexual boy, but that is not a problem in yourdreams.In your dreams you are a heterosexual.