It burned as he worked it in. “I’m gonna fuck that fat whore ass of yours slut and you will beg me to fuck it” George said. I cried and looked...at Antonio who was smiling. “Please” I cried. “George is going to rape your ass Jess, and you are going to beg for him to do it” he told me. I cried as George now worked two fingers in my asshole and squirted some lube on them to work them in further. I was crying and panting as he finger fucked my ass. It didn't burn anymore and I was starting to. Sliding back the mirrored doors of her secret and comprehensive cache herhand immediately and automatically retrieved the outfit that wouldcomprise her public debut.Tight legged, boot cut Levi jeans would be the foundation for her softpink, long sleeved fitted satin shirt.Her round toe, black leather ankle boots would sit perfectly under theflared leg of her femininely cut jeans with their 2" block heel.The matching shoulder bag would make her posture and movements naturallyfeminine as she. None of that made its way into my memory. All I knew was that we had fucked and somehow it became one-thirty in the morning and we were still awake and fucking and sucking and licking and stroking. And I was still hard. At some point we both fell asleep with the lights on, lying naked with each other on top of her sheets, uncovered. And then at some point in the morning, we awoke (yes, I was still hard), and she asked me if I wanted to take a bath (no shower was suggested – just a bath). I said. "You've had no girlhood. Thiswill help you feel more like one of us, and better understand how we feel,'Sharon explained when she handed me my first one. I read quite a fewof them. They told me a lot about maidenly desires and adolescentpassions, how girls want to be hot yet decent and manage both at oncesomehow. Sometimes I'd pass the time while Sharon was out by trying out alengthy beauty treatment I'd read about, or by trying on yet other ofher dresses to see if I should buy myself.