Amy was in a too-small bra that her large breasts easily poked through and wore an eleven-inch pink strap-on. I would’ve asked why the dildo was pin..., but I was too busy choking on a gag with my hands handcuffed behind my back. All I could manage in the way of conversation were pathetic grunts. ‘Now are you my dirty bitch?’ Amy asked. I grunted and nodded my head furiously. Amy then proceeded to turn me around and ram the dildo into tight pink pussy. ‘Mmmmmh!’ I grunted. Then she also started. Laurence and I had fully choreographed two pieces of a little over 3 minutes each. They had taken many hours of very hard work in front of the gimlet eye of Madame Fabre to hone them to the perfection needed.Usually the sale of dance tickets was rather sluggish and the bulk of the tickets were sold to parents or friends of the dancers. It was with some amazement that all the 60 available tickets in the dance studio were sold within the first day. A delighted Madame Fabre moved the performance. To reach his ass, she had to sink her face into his shoulder. But then, with her eyes closed tightly and a grimace of pleasure on her face, she tilted her head backward. A shock went through my body and a soft gasp escaped my lips. I recognized who she was! Also, putting two and two together, I figured out who Kimo must be. I watched them for a while longer, then left.The woman was a realtor. I recognized her because her realty firm is located on my floor. Later I learned that her name. I look real fast and see my boy parts being flushed downthe toilet and my hand is still holding the handle down until the last ofthe toilet is empty.Beth is smiling from ear to ear, and comes over and hugs me. "Welcome togirl hood little sister hehehe." We walk back into her room and we stand infront of the mirror again. "Look at your reflection now little sister, yourshorts look much better." I look in the mirror and I expect to see a flatcrotch between my legs but I see a camel-toe outline.