I turn around to make sure nobody else is around as I place the heels of my black and white tennis shoes on the edge of the bench, with my legs now sp...ead apart so that I have full access to my little girl sweetness.Now moving my left hand up and down my left thigh and up to my left breast, and my other hand over my sweetness, I can see the outline of your face only yards away, from the other side of the tree. Feeling my juicy-juice building up, I want you to see all of me, as the little girl I. I was crazy paranoid. My leg kept twitching and I think I was breathing really hard. You okay bro? Greg asked. YYeah. Kinda. Here. Chill out bro. He hands me a cigarette. Once the car stopped at the red light, I looked at him in the back seat. Seriously? Chill man, its straight. No one gives a shit and your cars got no stickers on it. No one can tell youre in high school man, chill the fuck out. Okay man. He stuck a blue lighter in my cup holder, and when I parked in front of the apartment. Or I can take you back to your car. Your choice, whore." To be clear..." I began. "You want me to walk in there completely naked. No disguise, where anyone might recognize me and swallow raw cock until morning?" I asked, starting to get wet. She nodded. "Yes. This is just the beginning. Embrace your inner whore. It's what you want."I looked around the parking lot. "It's empty, Domina. You and I are alone."She smiled at me. "That will change. Once you're in that door, I'll start making phone. You are almost exactly my height and bone structure. You have that long-legged look that drives men crazy. Those long, slender fingers and perfectly-shaped nails are to die for! I think you would make a gorgeous woman with a little work here and there. As for the rest... well, I'll let you in on a little secret."Michael, 'Society' - as you think of it - is a sham. It's all about pretense, image, and spin-control. We are what we perceive ourselves - and each other - to be. Believe me, I know..