I turn to my side and curl into the fetal position. Thedoor slowly opens, The light from the hallway passes through my closedeyelids. I stay quiet and...breathe softly. Like if I was sleeping. Herhead is poking through the door. I could feel the hateful energy of Step-mom. I am still an annoyance to her. She whispers something to herselfand quietly closes the door. Her heeled steps fade away toward herbedroom. I can tell she's planning to do something to me tomorrow.Something girly and. "Amy didn't know what to say. She felt deep embarrassment at the way these two were talking to her which made her feel dirty. Part of her just wanted to get this over with."Bend over." He said, leaning back. "That's right, bring your ass over hear and rub it all over my cock."She slowly bent forward in front of him, her head still buzzed with terror and couldn't believe she was doing this. He grabbed her waist and pulled her towards him. At least it wasn't sex. She tried to rationalize by. (It was almost all women – there were only two men, both much older.) There were several nice specimens, but the one who really caught her eye was all the way at the other end of the studio. There were lots of people between them, so Jessica could only catch a glimpse here and there: dark brown hair, striking blue eyes, and smooth, gorgeous alabaster skin.During the class Jessica continued to scrutinize the brown-haired woman as best she could without appearing to stare. She was tall – almost. Of course he couldn't complainbecause the gag was their tightest.Seeing her man wearing her hand me down tops and squirming in the skin-tight jeans made her squeeze her legs together. She easily transitionedhis outfits to the next level.He thought wearing a loose dress was going to be more comfortable thanthose skinny jeans. She decided that half measures were inexcusable so...The breast forms were glued on for the weekend. The D cup four clip bandbrassiere felt so much tighter than his first.