At some point in the recurring dream I realized that the girl opposite Heather was me.Still I hadn't heard a thing from her since, and the meaning of ...his note was rather puzzling. I half expected her naked on my bed and waiting as I entered my bedroom, instead all I saw was a big book with a black cover. Written in big white letters across the cover, New Werewoman Handbook.Opening it up to the table of contents, I read through the chapter titles to see if I could decipher any meaning. Each was. I went from hi middle-class, proper education and proper dressed. To living in the projects no one cared for going to school in that area were my grandpa lived, girls 9 and up half naked or walking around in bikini thongs, guys on the streets hustling, gambling, Pimping.I had to go to school two towns over because my grandpa said the school near home is too dangerous.So I would have to wake up Twice as early and ride my bike every morning Monday - Thursday Fridays -Sunday's no school. Every. I helped her select a long flowing skirt and a loose cotton blouse, both heavy enough to conceal and full enough to allow her body, and the weights on her nipple and clit rings to move freely.Tim’s plane arrived late afternoon the next day, and she had me come over beforehand and help her clip the weights on her piercings. She walked around the bedroom naked, showing me how they moved, and clearly enjoying the way they felt. We selected the mid-weight ones, enough for sensation, but not so. “You gotta beg for it baby. Tell me what you want.” “No,” I moan, “I can’t beg, it’s so wrong, I can’t.” He continued to tease me sliding in slowly. As he did so Steve advanced and pressed his cock against my lips. “Suck me darlin’.” Steve said, rubbing his cock against my lips, precum already forming on the tip. I moan and for reasons I can’t explain I open my mouth willingly. As Steve presses forward Jake slams into me, and I groan loudly. I try to focus on servicing Steve, but it’s so.