Raj signaled me to open the shirt buttons to my shock.I was reluctant but he signaled mohit. He did the unimaginative and unbuttoned my jean and my je...n zip quickly. It was a horror dream like situation for me. I closed my eyes with tears dripping on my cheeks. The long fur coat and my height helped me. Because nobody could saw what was going on my vagina and my unbuttoned situation. The coat was cut form side from where mohit’s hand got its way. But it was just the begining.Mohit then pulled. I was utterly naïve about women and sex. My aunt was not forthcoming on the subject. No, even more than that. In all my life I have never met anyone who managed to so thoroughly sublimate her sexuality as did my aunt. She was utterly put off by and shrank from physical human contact. My grandmother, a petite lady, who had six children, obviously had a sex life once but she had been a retro-virginal widow for decades.Nor were the nuns of the grade and high schools I attended a source of. Of course, I paid for my new nails with my face planted firmly in thenail tech's crotch.Next up was my hair. As I said, I had finally grown it out to the pointwhere hair extensions could be added. The hair stylist whisperedsomething into my ear and I blacked out. When I woke, I found that I wassporting a platinum blonde mane that would make Dolly Parton Jealous!My hair screamed "Sissy" for the whole world to see. It left me cryingtears of joy and I practically attached the stylist's cock,. "Well, well, well. If we don't have a little white bitch and her puppy. I think this is going to be fun!" "No, please..." pleaded Kerri as they were herded toward the underpass. As they approached, she noticed that heavy blankets had been hung from both entrances forming makeshift doors which would hide light and muffle sound. Kyle was shoved on into the underpass and the others followed closing the blanket, but as she started to enter, her antagonist pulled her aside. His face was not ugly,.