"I understand that. What I need to know is how you deal with them." You can suffer," Jennifer said, "or you can find yourself a man." I've tried men. ...wo macho types. Neither of them did anything for me." You keep remembering Dave Madden?" Jennifer asked."Yes," Rena admitted, "and the policeman."Jennifer knew exactly how Rena felt. She had been remembering them herself. The roughness of the two men had made her more excited than she had ever been before. No wonder Rena was having problems. Men. "None of your business. Now shut and get dressed or get out." "Yes ma'am. Sorry." "If you think you're sorry now, just wait." And with that she walked off, closing the door behind her. I opened the box and my heart absolutely leapt. There was a black bra, thong, garter and stockings, black patent heels, a frilly petticoat, and a gorgeous maid's outfit. After putting it all on, I noticed what looked like a hatbox sitting next to it. It was a wig. Long, blonde, with major bangs. Also in. "I keep telling ya, --I'm not a queer." Oh come on, Sean!" I pressed. "Most boys your age jerk off together ... it's normal." Well, like ... it wasn't really jerking off together. I told him about it, though. He asked me to show him, but I wouldn't. He did it under the covers and showed me for a minute, asking me if he was doing it right." And was he?" my interest perked, a shot in the dark question paid off handsomely."DAH!, --I mean, it isn't that difficult." he answered."Did he cum?" I was. "Lie on your side, hand stretched out, fingers pointed. Lift your leg. Higher! Bend the knee. Reach back and pull the foot in. Other side. On your belly, hands out. Arch your head back. Pull your feet up behind you. Point those toes. Touch your head with them. Try harder."Maria reached and stretched in agony, feeling as if every tendon would tear in two. When she could not reach as far as Irene wanted, not bend as much, not complete a body curve, the crop would sting her lightly. Maria wanted.