I had poufy little bangs, framed by a wide pale green satin headband. From there, my red, red tresses had been back-combed to create height and flow i...to lots of little flips that covered my ears, and left my neck bare.Jeannie put me in a tight pantygirdle and then emerald Capri's. Then, clear plastic platform mules with a five-inch heel. I couldn't believe the next thing she forced on me. Imagine a long sheath, shawl collared, sleeveless, a single button at the waist, held secure by a wide. “Chris Brown,” she said.“Really?” Chris Brown was on the football team, and he was a senior.“He asked me out Tuesday.”“And you’re just telling me about it today?”“What? You keep my social register all of a sudden?”“No,” I said. “It just seems strange, that’s all.”“I don’t tell you everything that goes on in my life, you know,” she said.“Oh, I’m fully aware of that.” I couldn’t keep the anger out of my voice.“What’s that supposed to mean?”“It means you have private stuff, that I’m not allowed to. As she finished serving some random hipster, Jen greeted herwarmly."Darling, I can't believe they got you to come in on a Sunday. You mustbe mental." Hey Jen! Some of us haven't got sugar daddies to rely on you know, wehave to actually work for a living. Besides, time and a half."Simone was a no-nonsense butch Bristolian, with beautiful dark skin anddreadlocks that fell to her shoulders. Today she wore a delightful septumpiercing that together with her eyebrow and labret jewellery made herlook. Her inner labia kissed my shaft, lubricated perfectly by her secretions and our slowly gyrating hips assisted in maintaining the integrity of our intimate contact. Her fingernails dug deeply into the soft tissue of my shoulders as she bit her lip against the wave of blissful sensation which threatened to consume us. Her eyes had rolled back and showed only white and primal grunt matched primal grunt as we held onto each other during that exquisite initial bonding. We continued to ravish each.