She was resigned to what was going to happen. Her husband would agree, and she would end up the ?guest of honor? at a party that would be little more...than an all-night gang rape. When it was over, she’d be expected to pull her regular shift at the cleaners, then go home and take care of her normal duties, all without any sleep. Her four hours tonight would be restless, as it always was before an exhausting 48 hour ordeal. About the only good thing was that the last shirt ended up in the. I was also playing with girls but was looking for Disha. Suddenly what I see that some boys of our class had surrounded her and applying colour on her dress and touching her boobs and ass, her neck and thighs and she was also playing with them and that broke my heart. However, the scene was sexy but due to disha in play, I was not enjoying. Suddenly she looked at me and waved her hand towards me smiling her brightest smile. But I didn’t go and start walking back to the class and sat on the. I felt like a girl, a pretty member of her elite gang - I felt feminine, soft and gentle. I convinced myself that I was prettiest and hummed to myself happily, taking to my new role as easily as a duck takes to water. In sheer vanity, I delighted at the reflection of my new girls attire as we rode past the house windows. I stopped momentarily to flick a hair from my face and admire my pointed heels. As I did so Mary rode alongside. 'You're doing well my dear, but don't try doing too well!' she. When the lights are off in the stockroom, anyone standing behind the curtains can see into the store, but not the other way around. I'd walk casually into the stockroom, wait until the curtains stopped swinging, and then stand behind them masturbating myself into a frenzy. From that vantage point, there's a clear view of almost the whole main area, and I could see when Alison or Martina might be coming my way. I'd slide my hand under the waistband of my running shorts or whatever I was.