He read the note:'Michele,Enjoy the contents of this suitcase and practice, practice, practice,especially putting on your makeup and walking in high-h...els. Obviouslyyou need no instructions on how to wear the clothing, but someone willsoon come by soon to educate you in the art of makeup and other femininemysteries.It's no use trying to fight us; you know the consequences. You mighteven consider going to the authorities with your story but would theybelieve you? Think of what would happen if. Thompson and Jensen, were the last of the dinner crowd to leave. It was still a good hour before the nighttime party crowd would be coming through the doors of the bar, so the three had a chance to gather at a corner table away from any possible eavesdropping.“George, level with us. What the hell has been going on with you-know-who?” Dr. Mike Thompson was the oldest of the three friends, and to steer the conversation to that subject was a little bit out of character for him. “I heard some. I never had one so I said "Sure".She would be in my bed when I got home from work or would slip in late at night or just about any time I was around. Her cunt was always slippery and she wanted me to put more in there. I liked doing that for sure. She reassured me that she had plenty of pussy for everyone and it doesn't wear out, so all the other dicks getting in it didn't hurt nuthin.Her titties are kinda small but her hips are wide and comfortable to lie on top of. She doesn't shave her pussy. You live to get reamed out by my big black nigga cock. Oh fuck yeah! Take my dick, slut. I mayhave taken your pussy, but you'll give it up to me now anytime, won't you,whiteboy?" "Ahh, fuck, yes Jay. Anytime you want it." I probably would havesaid anything. I felt his hand suddenly close around my cock and reactedlike I was struck by lightning. I could feel my sissy fuckhole clamping down ontohis invading dick as he squeezed my cock harder and harder. He didn'tstroke me, but just.