Or if I saw someone beautiful, I’d think they were more powerful, more special, just… more than me. Now when I see beautiful things I see waste. ... see time wasted. I see days upon days melted away into nothing. Pictures that bring back no memory, faces that no longer make my pulse race. When I see beautiful people, I feel sorry for them. Beautiful people have so much further to fall, so much more disappointment to feel, when at last the final glow fades from their cheeks and that sparkle dies. I am like her living Barbie doll for she always chooses my clothes and dresses me as well as doing my hair and makeup. Acrylic nail extensions gave me long, elegant nails while mine grew out to length. The two-inch long nails made it difficult to do many things but Aunt Dorothy/Mom said I would have to get used to it as I would never again wear them any shorter. If I complained that I could not do something specific because of my long nails or my weakness or the way I was dressed then I was. I got a good rhythm going and on every stroke I could feel her cunt trying to hold me inside. Boy did she have muscle control!Soon I had her knees under my armpits and her ass against my thighs I was almost kneeling straight up. “OK sweety, one hand on your tits and the other play with yourself while we fuck. My tough roller derby queen wasn’t talking anymore just little grunts and moans as I pounded into her, no talk but quick to obey; one hand went to her mouth and wet a finger before it. You were going to eventually find out we have these evaluations. They are usually performed in the living room. You can’t make any mistakes,” she assured me.It didn’t inspire me with confidence that she set the bar very low for me. I was, however, a complete novice, and she was right for telling me that.Juliette wasn’t patronizing, and I appreciated her advice. She knew worlds more than me about what to do with a paddle. I was focused on the little red knob between Stacy’s butt cheeks. Then it.