“Baa.” Something else Bill agreed upon.Shelly, however, had something else in mind. She licked her lips slowly as she lay back on the couch, leani...g up against the armrest, and carefully pushed my line off the edge of the mirror, creating a powdery landing strip just above her pussy. Unlike me, who preferred an actual well-trimmed patch of hair, she waxed regularly.She locked eyes with mine as she passed me the tube, smiling nervously as I simply stared at the line of coke on her. If I take a girl out, at the very least, I expect a blowjob from her. If she is not willing to do that, I don't have time to bother with her. There are a dozen other girls in school who would die for me to date them. We'll see how it goes from there. Also, I would suggest that you get your doctor to start you on pills if you aren't already, because I refuse to wear a rubber when I fuck, and I never pull out. If I fuck you, you will go home with a cunt full of my come. Is that clear?" He heard. He put out his hand and helped me stand. I was feeling the effect ofthe wine now and I wobbled on my heels."Please feel free to take off your shoes if it makes you morecomfortable, Cindy."I gratefully slid off my heels and my feet cried out in thanks. Thething I loved most about dressing as a woman were the heels, and theycaused the most pain of all.Charlie smiled and led the way through a door into what was one of themost stylish dining rooms I have ever seen. It had a table big enoughto have. I reluctantly pointed to the desk drawer. “They’re pushed to the back under some old scribblers,” I told her, certain that this was the last time I was going to see the two magazines I’d paid an older kid to get for me last year. He’d charged me $20 each for them and at the time it had seemed like a bargain.She rummaged through the drawer and came back to the bed with the two of them. She opened the top one, a Hustler that I’d pored over endlessly. I knew it mostly by heart at this point. I was.