Dressed to the nines: sequins and lace and sheer silks. Shoes that cost hundreds, with a heel that I can barely walk in (let alone dance in) but witho...t which the look would be incomplete. Because the point is not function. The point is the form and fit.It's like a hundred other events. Premieres, thousand-a-plate political dinners, grand-re-openings of whatever building has been newly renovated this year. It's like them all, and I'm not even sure what this one is celebrating, only that I have. With my transformation complete, I checked myself in the mirror adjusted my wig and walked out to show Gigi."Oh my God! s/he squealed walking up to me. "You're adorable!" But then with a wink s/he got in my face."For a chemo patient! That old wig looks like something people would get to hide the fact that all their hair had all fallen out!And as for these clothes, they look like some frumpy shit you stole from your mom's! Admit it! I know your type"Gigi was making hir way down a hallway. "I. A harsh, repetitive sound that tore through her mind like a siren. As the sound persisted, Mistress seemed to slowly dissolve before her, the honey simply vanishing into the dark shroud at the edge of the light. Penny felt her eyes fluttering... ... And finally opened them to hear the sound of her alarm clock blaring on the nightstand next to her bed. As she emerged from the dream, her body still ached with its need and she could feel the sheets below her sopping with her sweat, and the juices. Then, he withdraws again. He is trying to decide where to mark me - my neck, my breast, or somewhere yet to be determined. I am always marked, so I will remember where he was. I can't hold still from his touches and drop my arms to his chest for support. He pulls out his fingers, releases my breast, and spins me towards the wall, giving me a hard slap on my ass. Ouch!"Hands up!" he commands.I lose myself and try to reach behind for him, and he slaps my ass again, harder. Ow!Shaking with.