"That's your costume. Socks and shoes are in the chair behind you. There are a few bottles of water in the fridge right over there—some fruits, too,...if you're feeling hungry—and the bathroom's right behind that door. You can leave your belongings on this table, no one's going to be entering this room besides the two of us and the director, so your things are safe. Hm. Pick your hair up into a ponytail—preferably a high one—and then go to room 34B, it's two doors down from this one, for make-up.. .. Oh, God, who am I kidding? I don't know what I'mgonna do. I might do anything, or nothing. I'm gonna, I'm gonna...WHO AM I?"Who Am I?" is, I think, a rubbish title for an essay. But there it is,this is what I've got to do. I guess the teacher wants us to think aboutwhat makes us the kind of people we are, personality, social background,all that stuff. So here I am trying to dictate some notes. If I burbleaway enough maybe I'll get some ideas. But what can I say? I'm anordinary girl. I'm. Working the bundle higher, My free hand pushing against her legs for her to part them as much as she can. The ends of the bundle stroke higher over the sensitive flesh of her inner thigh until the very end of the bundle is barely resting against her pussy. There I hold it tormenting her further as she tries to buck her hips to gain a little more stimulation of her dripping pussy.The scent of girls arousal fills My nose the sight of her so desperate for more is too much for Me. Discarding the. She nods, verifying what she had just said. ‘Yeah because then, I am to busy doing what I want to do.’ ‘And you don’t consider this what you want to do?’ He questions, mocking her. She looks off to the side guiltily. ‘Okay. Maybe I want to do this a little.’ He grins down at her, enjoying at what he had succeeded in getting her to admit. ‘So much for being selfless.’ He pulls away from her and leaves her on the bed alone. She reaches out for him protesting, ‘I’m really only wanting to do this.