“You own my pussy,” I said with a playful smile. “I own all of you,” he corrected me in all seriousness. “Turn around and present yourself...to me,” he ordered. I placed the palms of my hands against the concrete wall, spreading my legs wide, giving him full access to my ass and pussy. I felt the head of his cock on my cunt lips before he slowly pressed it inside me. Placing his hands on my hips, he fucked me as hard and as fast as he could. My breasts rubbed against the concrete wall, but I. "Rewind it. Hurry." So I did.When she finally could not take any more, she collapsed on the bed. The head of the dildo still stuffed in her pussy as the rest hung loosely down so the end rested on the bed. It reminded me of a large sperm tail that finally found its place.I waited patiently for a couple minutes as she regained her composure. She let out a "Oh God" as she pulled the dildo head from her pussy, then threw it at me. I put it back in its place, unwashed.She rolled over to face me.. "I am still going to be me, the girl, Ms popular or not," I assured themirror.I took out my hoop earrings, removing the wig afterwards, breaking theimage of the auburn haired girl in the mirror. I messed up my hair asI wondered what I would look like as a short brown haired girl. Ididn't spare it much time though, returning to my undressing task. Thewig hung gingerly in the closet, I removed my heels placing them downbelow. The dress followed in the correct mesh hamper bag and with thetan. I slept with a few men but I was discontented with them. I needed more. I needed Monique.Monique’s Need.----------------------------Well Monique and I kept well in touch. In fact we met about once every couple of weeks as we relived that first tense meal that we had all those months ago. She was responsible for the changes that took place in my wardrobe. That leather dress was still a favourite of mine, especially with stockings and heels. I suppose that it had become my hunting outfit..