Nuts, I didn't even have any dolls. They were symbols of the Dominant Patriarchal Culture, you know, and that had to be drilled out of me."Cynthia was...silent for several seconds. "I won't ask," she said at last. "No wonder you like Claiborne so much. It's the one place you can be you, and not your mother's perfect little girl." I've gotten so good at acting that I don't always know where the real me leaves off," I said. I looked behind me. The camera crew was getting ready to do a live. Mainly we need women who can kill coolly, calmly and dispassionately without hating themselves later or the subjects they are servicing. I need at least five for here because some of the people here will be the seed corn to staff H&S. The pay sucks, the retirement plan is worse, and the career is limited. On the other hand, the benefits are pretty good, we eat well and you don't end up in the freezer immediately. We can help you get the time to get filings to get you out of here if you work. I got invited to their house to "discuss" the situation. Susan answered the door wearing a tight black top and a black short skirt over her black nylon clad luscious long legs. As we sat in the living room I was mesmerized by her and she knew I would be putty in her hands. After a short discussion about the falling out she looked at me and said,"You like me dressed like this don't you?" I smiled and nodded in agreement. I was being sucked in and didn't know it. Then, as she began to rub her. Soon she was relieved of her blouse and sari and was in blouse and petticoat. Her husband got rid of his lungi and brought out his cock. It was huge, much bigger than mine. He moved his cock over her entire body and then thrusted it into her vagina and began fucking her. By now, it was 1.30 pm and I had masturbated two times. I went back to sleep. This continued for a week, and I spent sleepless nights watching them. But suddenly, one night while I was watching, she caught me looking and just.