She was fire and I was waiting to be lit. I moved to where she was dancing, her hips moving in time to the pounding in my ears which I could only assu...e was the music – or was it my own blood pounding, enraged, in my skull? Whichever one, the lust that pulled at me was too strong to stop now. I clashed through the crowd until her back was to my front, then I paused…I hesitated for just a moment, nearly afraid of her reaction. No. I had come this far. So with a quick hand I caressed the meat of. - "What is the sluttiest thing you have ever done?"- "I was fucked on a billiard table once, and I let a guy come on my face."- "I am not impressed by billiard tables. And if I come on your face then I would expect you to shove the jizz in your mouth and swallow it."- "I will do whatever you order me to do. Please, make me your slut."- "I want you to tell me your fantasy. How do you imagine the night you fuck your first stranger to be?"She wrote down her fantasy. She was not getting it. It was. They were surprisingly easy towalk on I found and within a few minutes I was swaying around the room,enjoying the sensuous feel of the wonderful fabrics as they brushed mylower limbs. As I looked into the mirror I saw that apart from thetented erection that thrust arrogantly out from my body, I was a veryconvincing looking girl. On my slim body, the soft and decidedly plumpbreasts I was blessed with, fitted by the sexy cups of the satin slip,were surprisingly large and my nipples were hard and. "How are you feeling?" she asked."Pretty awful"She gathered up the dirty sheets, adding my pyjamas to them. "Well take your medicine, and get off to bed. You'll feel a lot better to get it over with."As she headed out to take care of the washing, I grabbed another pair of pyjamas, downed another bottle of medicine and took a pill. As I was drifting off to sleep it occurred to me that these pyjamas were pinching too.I woke up in the middle of the night again. My sister wasn't there, but I can't.