Okay, maybe she was drunk.We got into the building without incident, and slowly clambered up the one flight of stairs, stopping now and then for no ap...arent reason, and once, reasonably enough, to remove her shoes.Getting inside the apartment was a whole different deal. After shuffling through her handbag to no avail for a while, she just thrust out her arm at me. The intent was plain enough, and I took it off her, feeling a little strange, and looked for the keys. They were there, in plain. I watched her tits jiggle as her shirt fell off both shoulders. She laid there bare and arched her back as she touched herself. She groaned softly as her voice struggled to hold back moans. She looked at her door and checked if anyone heard her. Then she went back to rubbing her clit.Me: Who’s gonna fuck your ass if you’re busy fucking your clit? (Stroke, stroke, stroke)Mallika: Oh fuck! Both holes?! You’re dirty! I want that too! (moan)She reached around and fingered her asshole with her other. Both those schools want you to come visit. Probably others too." Tony, that's fantastic," she said hugging me."I didn't do anything. And before we try an interview, don't forget you're mad at me." I am? I am." And I was wondering why?" Well ... it's just that ... I mean..." Deep breath," I suggested.Kelly took a deep breath which gave me a chance to admire the tits she'd grown. "It's just that Ryan said you only come to see me when you need something," she said quickly.Yep, feeling used. Too. Little by little, I began to act like her, even talk like her. It seemed like only yesterday that I was strapped into that awful chair, but now I was going back into it tomorrow. Outside I could see flowers blooming. I had been so cocky then, in more ways than one. This time I was scared. A lot had happened to me in the last 3 months, but now I had to get ready for ballet class. I took off my floor-length night gown and looked at my nude, pudgy body. Since my first day as a girl they had been.