“Just a little tense maybe, but I’m getting used to it. And I’ve locked eyes with a lot of people. People have been open. I’ve never seen any ...acism. The culture here is sure different, but hell, we’re all making adjustments.”The women shared a brief moment of eye contact. Whitney saw kindness and acceptance in Britney’s mind, and also something else, something so unexpected she blinked her eyes and broke the lock as she realized what it was. Brandi was asking Whitney to forgive her, and. Even now, the very impressions of these thoughts caused her body to go into joyous convulsions as she gripped the vibrator to keep it from leaving that particular spot that amplified the pleasure. She took the rolling waves of pleasure as they came, with teeth clenched and breath held in her chest. Countless women passed over her monitor, but her thoughts were focused exclusively on Amelia.After it was over, she tried to keep herself lost in that fantasy for as long as her body would allow her. My lungs felt like they were one tenth their normal size,and I was getting one tenth the air on a good breath. I couldn't reallyhear anything. At least not clearly. My eyes were dark. And my ownunintelligible mutterings echoed in my head. "Fthhhh, flaa, woo, ttttsss, ewwww, innnn," I stammered.My neck felt long and constricted. Swallowing was hard and tookconscious effort. I could tell that I was drooling some. My center ofgravity was off too. The boots must have made me a foot or more. I have a small frame and a boyish face, which they loved. I was already tanned, another point they liked. They sent me into my bedroom where my clothes were laid out. A short white mini skirt, pink top, black lace bra and thong set. A pair of cute black stiletto heels with a strap to go around my ankle. I put them along with a black wig. With the skirt my ass almost came out. I wore a black wig and the girls did my make up. They had accessorized me with bracelets and necklaces and ear rings..