. no. I mean... I was named after my great-grandma, it was her name, she was Scottish. And, uh, my family is not really super-religious. I mean, ... don’t have a lot of faith in organized religion”Now that she was closer to the girl, Fay, she felt an almost magnetic impulse to touch her, run her hands over her skin, through her hair - despite the public setting and the nearby audience. The young girls were still staring, and Kirsten’s heart was racing. Mother was on her cell phone now,. ---The red light that had been bathing me as I exacted my revenge once morewas abruptly turned off on schedule, throwing the stage into darkness.The crowd started cheering, but I didn't get to enjoy it the way Iusually did after a song because I had to rush off stage for anothercostume change.When I reached the changing booth I was ushered inside and the womenstarted working on me immediately. One of them pulled the red dress Ihad only worn for one song over my head. Once the dress was off I. Then I figured out that it wasn't HERS - it was MINE. I don't even know how she managed to fit into it, it was so tight. She also wore high heels, and from what I could tell, I didn't think she was wearing any underwear either.Talk about a public nightmare. This was nothing a woman her age should ever wear, especially in the mall. This wasn't a club after all. We walked towards the doors to the mall, and all I could think was that I'd just shrivel up and cry if any of my friends were to see me. It just hurts too much I implored. Take it out I begged. In the room next-door Gordon was slamming into his big tit slut and she was screaming at the top of her lungs. She kept screaming how she was going to come and how big it was going to be. The walls were so thin she might as well have been in the room with us. Needless to say I felt shame and humiliation. I felt like I was a failure as a woman. John slowed and eased up, but he was not easily stopped. We had done so much petting he wanted.