He told me to wear the same outfit I wore when I met him earlier in the year at a local CD club, a club where sissy white sluts like me go to get pick...d up by Alpha males, preferably black. He liked the outfit I wore that night, so he told me to wear it again. I did what he asked, of course. After a quick shower, I put on a black micro mini skirt, little black mesh top, lots of junk jewelry, 5" platform sandals, and a huge bushy platinum blonde wig that came to the middle of my back. I put on. "Bon, now for the couture, we will try several different looks and youget to choose what you would like to take away, we will finish with anelegant outfit suitable for the mid-day meal or shopping trip. Waithere I will see if the ladies are ready." Sis, when you said you wanted me to accompany you here please tell meyou didn't know that this would happen." Gary had gone beyond distress,he was fitted in underwear and painted to look like a girl now he wasabout to dress as one completely."I had. He got into the stolen black Challenger, peeled away his ski mask and put the car into gear, flying away. He was soon spotted and with that put his racing skills, learned from his days on the track, into use. The cop chasing him wasn’t up to his skills but wasn’t a slouch either and he knew that more would soon follow. He turned on the radio, which always helped to focus his attentions, and the sounds of hard 70’s rock dove out of the speakers. It was then, over the rhythmic cords of Heart’s. “Go on.”“It’s, well, uh, well, could you teach me how to give a blowjob?” asked the teen.“What?” demanded Anita. She stared at the girls incredulously. John snorted as if he were waking but seemed to settle down again, and Anita lowered her voice. “You want me to what?”Cory interjected as her sister tried to fumble out an answer. “Laurie has a hard time giving head, Mom, and since everybody says you give great blowjobs, they told us to ask you.”“Yeah, Mom, everybody says that anybody who can.