Also at the very least this whole situation was wrecking my ego. And seriously fucking up my brain. I wanted so badly to spend time with her. The only...I could, was to let her dress me up. To deny who and what I was. But, again, I had to be with her. Hear her laugh, listen to her voice. Part of me ignored my guilty feelings at dressing up. I'd rationalize it away. I wasn't doing anything wrong. She was making me do it. She was blackmailing me. But it wasn't true. We both knew it. For her it was. Keep going.CINDI: He slides his fingers down her stomach and she settles into his lap where she’ll work his fingers to undo her belt.HOLLY: Are we talking about spoken lines?CINDI: An act about the act, get it? The performers actually orgasm for realistic sound effects. Why simulate it in performance when the readers will do it during intermission on the same sofa?HOLLY: I noticed afterwards. But they have to hold back for a while. We want our audience’s hands pressing their laps.CINDI: A. Curly hair with slight blond color. Checked4. Red lingerie. Checked5. Mild red lipstick with lip-gloss, pink cheeks, eyeliner, a big round earring and a pale pink polish. Checked6. A sleeveless pink tank top and a Levi’s curve shorts which exposes the thigh. Checkedand after that, she was waiting for him.As it was Saturday she had asked him to come early.At 10, the doorbell rang. Her heart started to beat faster. She had never moved this close to any of the guys before. It took some time for. “Boring.” Suddenly there was a notification beep sound. He slid it down to read ‘Ruhi updated her profile picture’. He followed the notification to her profile.It was a high angle photo of looking down upon three girls. They were wearing a uniform of a white shirt and a blue skirt. The man gave a cute smile looking at that picture. The girls at that moment were bent over with bucket in their hand and a person seems to be filling water in it by operating a hand pump. For charity field trip.