”Her father, “Other girls her age are getting into drugs, having babies, or just drinking themselves into oblivion ... I was almost relieved that ...he had such a specific idea of fun. She had talked about buying a dog, but we could stop that. Then she talked about using a friend’s dog, or a stray, and we had to steer her TOWARD your show...”Mother, “After she got turned down the first time, we figured she might never get picked – and at least if she was picked, she’d be safe, and well taken care. “Sorry. VIP.” He said firmly.“I thought the entire place was VIP?” I asked, my voice firm. I pulled out a wad of bills and shoved them into his shirt pocket. He nodded at me and stepped aside.The hallway was long and very dark. The room smelled of sex. There were doorways lining both sides of the hallway, covered with a thin cloth.I slowly walked down the hall, looking side to side for the group. As you would expect, all sorts of fun was going on in those areas. In one room two women were face. Debbie cameover to check on the progress, and said, "Very nice - the bestone yet!" I didn't understand what she meant, but when Patstepped away, I looked in the mirror and saw -- a beautifulyoung woman looking back at me! I couldn't recognize myselfunder the makeup and wig, and Debbie placed a pair of silverhighheels in front of me. Without even thinking, I stepped intothem, still transfixed by the image in the mirror. I didn't lookridiculous at all - I was a beautiful woman.Pat pointed at the. She dropped back on the couch and removed her shorts and underwear. Two fingers went between her cunt lips. She gasped at her own contact and began to finger-fuck herself, building to the edge of orgasm, backing off, then building to the edge again and again before letting herself cum.By nightfall Valerie had fingered herself to orgasm a half dozen more times. The girls were home as well as her husband. After the kids were in bed and husband Mark was on the computer Valerie sat at the.