West said, "You do make a better-looking woman. It is funny, inorder to look your best, you need to transform into a woman." I have to admit that you...are right," I said. "Now I have to decide if Ican be a woman in public or do, I lack the courage."Mrs. West said, "Then we should have dinner at the Red Lobster, and youcan see if you are comfortable as a woman."I said, "Well, I really need to go out in public and dinner will a goodtest; however, I think it would be best if I did not ask Jane. Like nothing I'd had before. My whole body was going crazy. I tried to ask the man what was happening but all that came out was giggles. I couldn't control my arms or legs, they were jerking all over the place.The man stopped finger fucking me and whatever else he was doing, but I still kept on jerking about.I eventually stopped and just lay there. After a few little 'after-shock's I looked around, the man had gone, but the audience had not. A couple of men were looking at me; both had big. After I hung up, I must have spent twenty minutes strutting around through the condo, trying different walking styles to find the one that gave the most erotic stimulation. A slow shuffle laced with hip humps like I’d seen Caribbean women do at Caribbana felt really good.I needed a boogie beat to hump to and just like that it came to me! It took a couple minutes of searching, but I found my old Tractors cassette and cranked up “Boogie Woogie Choo-Choo Train” on my Walkman. Louise’s locket. "That feels good, more, tighten again."Rebecca arched back, pushing her ass onto his hard cock, the tacks banging hard against her asshole, the pain shooting into her brain as it punctured her skin, jabbing into her flesh. He moved side to side, forcing the tack in her skin to move around, fresh pain shooting from her asshole. Her clit was being punished, tiny cuts burning as his fingers continued to rub it. She felt one finger, a tack protruding out from the end begin to rub back and forth.