Whipping it against your thighs and pussy. I can tell you're scared of it by the way you quiver and shake... or maybe you're turned on.. I don't care....I guide it into you and you gasp for air. 'That's right, give up that pussy for me,' and I'm fucking you now, pushing your face into the cushion. At first it hurts, even as wet as you are, but you stop caring about that as you can feel yourself about to come. You hear me laughing at you as you do, but it sounds far away, all that exists for you. My sheer sparkling panty hoseand white panties under them and my blue sandals pumps. He looked me upand down several times, holding me by the arm.He said, if you are a boy then why are you dress as a women? I said,that I have been dressing up like a girl since I was very young, I don'tknow why I like it, but I do. Well if you like it so much then maybe youwant to be treated like a girl. After saying that, he though me overonto my back. I tried to keep my knees together so he could not. It took just a few seconds later before the heavy doors silently open outwards, revealing the Spartan oval room.There were three chairs all a different size and Gregory always had chosen the largest one because the other two were not as comfortable.“Your visit is rather unexpected.”The eerie and thin whisper always gave Gregory goose bumps which eventually disappeared, but this time he felt really uncomfortable.“It is,” he said with a slight tremor in his voice, “Some unexpected events have. The was sort of an underground club of girls called The Mascara Posse. She desperately wanted to join it so she could become popular. She walked into the bathroom where the 5 girls were having a meeting. They were smoking pot. ‘Can I have a hit?’ she asked. She had never smoked it before. A girl handed the joint to her, and she pretended to inhale. ‘Hey, can I join you girls?’ she asked. ‘Girls’ the leader Monique said. ‘We’re fuckin’ women.’ ‘Well okay, can I join you, uh, fucking women?’ They.