Before she was able to correct herself I cracked up laughing uncontrollably. As I calmed down I noticed she was looking very embarrassed and unhappy, ... again felt bad for this girl, so I stood up and grabbed her hand, looked deep into her eyes and said “sure”. Immediately she smiled and hugged me, saying nothing she wandered off and went back to her own business. “What a player I am” I thought when I realized how smooth I had been in handling that situation. Not until later did it sink in that. And don't even think of asking me any questions."Angry but silent, I left the restaurant and returned to my room. Part 9"Wow, Mandy, you're really gonna make him dress like a girl," askedSara."Sure. Why not? Let's humiliate the idiot." But he really didn't do anything to deserve all this." So? I need a maid around here, and now I have one. Sara, you love me,don't you?" Yes, Mandy." Then play along with this. As you know, unlike you, I don't much likeguys. I'll enjoy this. But we've gotta play. “That’s a good queer.” He laughed at the muscular bully. “Once you lick up that mess you made, we’re gonna head down to your cell and see all that commissary you offered me earlier. Maybe then, I’ll let you squat on the toilet like a bitch and empty out that faggot pussy.” James put on a pair of boxers. “Okay, bitch, let’s go to your cell.” When Brian reached for his boxers, James yelled. “Put those down! You’re walking naked bitch.” “Don’t make me do that,” the muscular convict. My hand soon found it’s place between my legs and rubbed my slit gently. I closed my eyes and began thinking of Matthew. Imaginative me was standing in a kitchen, wearing a short black dress with nothing underneath. He came up behind and grabbed the top of her thighs, pushing her dress up to her waist. He kissed her neck slowly, nibbling on the skin ever so slightly. I began rubbing myself harder, pushing my fingers into my skin, my hand moving towards my clit. I pressed on it gently and began.