I also accessorized myself with some traditional Indian bangles and necklaces to make me feel really feminine. Finally I wore long blue earrings under...my sporty-looking wig and did some basic makeup with special attention to my eyes! I looked at myself in the mirror and I couldn’t stop smiling ! I had a hard on looking at myself!The day went by normally, I spent most of the time in front of the webcam, helping some horny boys jerk off online. Many of them were desperate to meet me, but I was. It was really hard for me too. Especially leaving you. I know exactly what you mean about being sensitive. Sometimes I feel like I have a big antenna on my head, you know? It's like I can pick up all these feelings out there. It gets overwhelming when I feel really sensitive. Her fingers now traced the outlines of my nose and cheeks and eyes. So gently. So tenderly."So!" I jumped up to a sitting position. "What are you thinking about right now?"She contemplated the question briefly. "I was just. I was wearing those ass hugging jeans that you loved because they cupped my cheeks to perfection. I had paired them with my favorite knee high boots with 4 inch heels and a glittery top that hugged every curve and showed off my tits. I wasn’t wearing a bra or panties, as you had instructed, but I knew that if I leaned over anyone would be able to see my bare breasts. As I parked the car and gathered up my purse I quickly squeezed my thighs together, feeling the wetness and warmth building. It felt very odd to have a holster against my naked body, but there was no way I would be unarmed. As I checked the gun, I realized that Stone had left a round chambered, but had turned on the safety. What had he been thinking? I wondered if he’d had the safety on while he covered me at Passion Mill.“My lord,” Mane said, “how will we reach Lucinda?”“We’ll drive.”“In that?” Mane was dubious of the idea of getting back into the van.“Well, I wouldn’t want to walk, and it’s the van we’ve got. I.