Many times I'd heardhim say, "Most queens apply makeup with a trowel. You're a girl,sweetie, not a drag queen." He was really taking his time. What...was Igoing to look like?"Time for the dress, hon." As I walked back into the changing room, Icould feel my hair brushing all over my cheeks and neck. What had hedone? Steven had me put on the suntan pantyhose fist. Since I waswearing peep toe shoes, reinforced toes were out. My new nails were aproblem, so Steven gave me some lingerie gloves. In the bedroom I knelt in front of her, put my hands up her skirt and pulled her pants down. “You don’t touch any sex parts,” she said, semi-seriously. “How?” I manoeuvred her onto the bed in a kneeling position and drew her skirt up onto her back. I could only imagine how she felt in this bizarre situation, utterly exposed and facing the prospect of extreme physical intimacy for, according to her, the first time. I kissed Dorothy on her buttocks and smelled the soap from my bathroom. So far. Once or twice I flexed my hand, squeezing her tit and producing a soft moan from her, even though I was sure she was still asleep. Eventually, I felt her pushing her rear back into me, rubbing my semi-hard cock in the crack of her arse where it had settled.“Morning,” she said, dreamily.“Morning.”“I wish...” She tried to turn her head to look at me but couldn’t move it far enough. Instead, she shuffled around to face me. She placed her hand on my cheek and said, “I wish I could wake up like this. I could now see his fat fingers going so deeply into her making squishing noises as he finger-fucked her.He looked over to me saying, “Think your lady wants some black cock, what do you think?”I didn’t know what to say as I sat still opened mouthed not believing she was letting him do this to her. He looked down at her, “Tell him Sally, tell him you want my black cock don’t you?”She looked over to me with a look that said it all. I interpreted her nod as saying, “Yes Mark, I want him and his.