Purchasing my first nice wigs. Eventually It became a major part of my life and I was devoting a lot of time to being a very slutty girl. It started w...th just dressing and playing around to becoming obsessed with becoming as good looking and feminine as possible and as nasty as I could be… Pushing My sexually limits a lil more with every sexual encounter. My sexual needs grew more dark and kinky and I was wanting to be more exploited as a girl. My need for more and more extreme sex and fetishes. I must have seemed so rude by just walking away after he'd scared off Klaus. Hopefully, he'd smile at me. Perhaps he'd even hug me so I could feel his body again. That might give me a pleasant memory to jerk myself off to when I was back in my apartment.I'd almost given up, but then I saw him. He was standing, sipping a steaming mug of glühwein, on a wooden terrace adjoining a drinks stall. The terrace was covered in an awning, giving partial protection from the elements, but the sides were. "It looks like you had a landing strip. Do you want to keep that?" I ... Yes," she answered. Oddly enough, Sarah's businesslike attitude was helping to calm her.It didn't last long.The tiny vibration coming through the trimmer's comb as it slid over her skin was more than enough to force her to hold her breath against a moan trying to escape. She had to direct her eyes to the ceiling because the sight of the beautiful woman between her legs summoned every fantasy she'd ever conjured up.Sarah. "I was shaking so much!" She turned to Brittany, helping her up from under the counter. "AND YOU!! Touching my pussy while I was mid-conversation?! Are you crazy?!" Though her words seemed upset, the cashier never once stopped smiling. "Anyway, it really is about time to go home. Is there... any chance I can get a ride from you guys?" Whitney asked, hopefully."Sure! No problem!" Brittany agreed, hugging her new friend. She grabbed at the bottom of the girl's shirt, quickly pulling it over her.