. Nope, not even going to get anywhere near those. They don't exist, and that's the end of that.As you slowly walk around the room, you think back to ...ust a few short weeks ago, when an e-mail caught your eye. Honestly, on any other day you probably would have simply deleted it as spam. An all-expenses paid blah blah blah? Sure, yea, whatever. It didn't ask for any money though, didn't ask for any information, not even your name. It did want him to read through some really long drawn-out paper,. Monstrous, depraved, evil, unclean, perverted.Wanda came out of her room. It felt good to have a bath after working like a slave all day while Bette Jean lay in bed with one of her ailments. But this situation wasn't going any further. Tonight she'd corner old Lester and tell him just exactly what she expected. He'd agree all right. Her self confidence came back with a rush. She'd have him panting in no time... he'd agree to anything then. Strange. Gary had gone into Bette Jean's room without. She didn't need anything else. She squeezed herself into the garments, covered herself in makeup, and glanced into the mirror. She looked like a pornstar, and felt herself get even more excited as she knew what she wanted now. To get fucked like a pornstar too. It must have been about midnight now, so she slipped on a sexy pair of heels from the box and set off down the road, swaying her hips side to side and looking like a woman experienced in every sexual way possible. It didn't take long at. She kept trying to get meto leave and got very frustrated with me. Betty went to Florida for a fewweeks to visit her parents when I finally got my new place.While she was away I moved out and took just my things as we agreed onexcept for the dogs. I took all 3 of them and that really really pissedher off. I spent the next several moths surfing the internet on myfavorite sissy sites before meeting a very sexy vanilla girl. I waswilling tom try and put all the submissive, sissy feelings as well.