I let out a moan, and knowing what he wanted I reached down and rubbed the cum around my pussy lips and onto DJ’s cock with my cum covered hand.I kn...w that would do it. Feeling the stranger's warm cum put him over the edge and he pounded me hard just a few more times and then exploded with a fury deep inside of my pulsing, orgasmic cunt as its spasming contractions uncontrollably milked every last drop from deep within him.By now both men had gone. DJ pulled slowly out of my sensitive hole. Inevitably the moment arrived to choose and fit the panties and if the fitting of these went along the same lines as the bra then I feared, or was the fear just sexual excitement, what opportunities would be taken. Seven styles had been chosen! Couldn’t I just slip each pair on and off? Of course not! This beautiful woman was going to extract the maximum pleasure not only from touching and looking at my body but also I believe from my slight discomfort. First up a pair of low cut boxer panties.. Because of that I began to think, not only were there degrees of sin with these clowns, but with the kind of investment they had in me, possibly the only death sentence was for being found out.Maybe the only way they were allowed to eliminate me was if I let myself get captured by the really bad guys. If the local cops got me for something minor, I could fake it long enough to get the farmer's field hands in to spring me, even if Jennifer couldn't.If that were the case, why hadn't they told me. "Cause it was just something Mom and I did, it was our little thing." Have you ever dressed up like a girl?" Good grief no, I'm a boy. Mom's been doing this for as long as I canremember. It's just a game."Cindy looked and then dropped the subject. It would be our littlesecret.We both turned eleven and nothing was ever said again about the mascaraincident. Cindy started to model clothing for several onlinedistributors of girls clothing and was making some decent money. Wewould spend hours on.