” And so it began.Very gently Terry ran her finger up and down my labia slowly pressing inside to spread them. Encountering the wetness that had d...veloped, she rubbed deeper spreading it to my clitoris. Rubbing it a moment then sliding back to the source of the wetness to gather more and bringing it to the button, she started arousing me. Before long her tongue replaced her finger on my clit while the finger sank deep inside my pussy. As she licked and sucked me she slowly pumped her. I told her I could not take anymore. she just said I will take some more she rub my belly and was milking my cock that was rock hard at this point. She had a look in her eye that had planned this part. She filled the bag again and now I felt like I was going to blow up. I could feel it leaking out my ass. Shes still rubbing my belly and milking me. I told her I had to go really bad. She said this will take A little longer if its to work. As she was rubbing me she slipped a plug into me that she. But do not think it was always like that. As my Aunt mentioned, I am also a dancer. And do traditional Chinese dances, as well as ballroom dancing. My gowns for dancing range from a basic peasant dress, to fancy ball gowns. Depending on where I go. For that, it was mostly memory, as well as having a friend sometimes dress me if she wanted me in something different.”“And now?”“Oh, I still dress mostly as I did before. I like pencil skirts and pretty blouses. And remember, as Dianna I am still. Jennifer's make-out scene with James seemed so squalid now—sad, just sad and shameful. The scene's former eroticism had evaporated.Which led Gayle to suspect there was some other agenda behind Mike's interrogation besides convicting Jennifer of a crime. Except once or twice, Mike had not gotten angry or even animated. It was almost as if he was just getting something over with; something unpleasant and distasteful but sadly necessary.Yes, he's roasted her, but it's as if he's been standing in.