I fumbled with my belt and she unbuttoned my levi's and we both pulled my jeans and underware to my knees. She placed her hand on my erections and slo...ly stroked me as we kissed again. Now Thinking back this only lasted a few minutes but at the time it felt like it lasted for hours. But she broke our kiss and lowered her head into my lap, she kissed the tip and licked around the head then my cock disappeared into her mouth. She went down then up and back down nice and slow. Then the pace picked. Neither of us said anything the next day, although he was a bit quieter than normal, and seemed a little more distant. More and more I stopped fantasizing about being brunette Julie and started fantasizing about being blonde Vicky, knowing how much she turned Mike on (as much as she turned me on). So I wore the blonde wig more, and the black wig less. And I started planning. In that film, Samantha started the scene by wearing a black silk blouse (before taking it off to share her decently-large. I also knew thatI was going to do it. I simply couldn't deny myself the chance to live adream. But I was going to do it my way, not hers. I had secretlypurchased one of those vagina panties some time back, but only wore itonce, for about a week. It was a delicious secret I kept that week, yet,for me, if I was going to dress as a woman, there just couldn't be anymiddle ground; I always knew that if I was going to do it full time,then I was damned well going to do my very best to not only look. Her anger was only let loose between bouts of controlled violence. When she was not beating him she stalked about the cell in her high-heeled, blood-spattered, white, PVC boots and ranted at him about how much she loathed vampires. But whilst she was thrashing him, a steely, ice-cold control came over her as if she worked to a script, perfectly choreographed. Afterwards the German male fucked him vigorously up the arse whilst she watched without visible emotion. The raking sensation of his ten.