I was looking for not the drag queen makeup, something looking normal makeup that isn't drawing attention to my face and made me look passable and fif...een years younger. Next, we did the eyebrows, the eyes, and then added a blush to the cheekbones, false eyelashes, and a wig I had ordered and sent to AD home. AD directed me to look in the mirror. There was Cindy looking back at us. I was pleased with my transformation. Next, I put on the dress I have bought just for this occasion, my ankle. The tips she earned getting gang banged at the Club have made it possible for her to have the things she's been wanting. Driving to the mall after work this Tuesday evening, she smiles. The reality of her new financial situation fills her heart with joy.She opened a savings account today, and deposited $1500 of her tip money into it. With money in the bank, and money in her pocket, she has a new sense of security and confidence. She'll buy a vacuum cleaner and silverware set today, and that'll. For some reason she wasn't wearing her robe, only her baby-doll nightgown. Wow, I thought, she sure has nice legs. Next came the sight of her lightly covered buttocks and that was better than her legs. Fate stepped in and mom turned around forcing my jaw to smash my toes. The top of her baby-doll was almost totally shear and I'm talking why bother wearing it? Her breasts wiggled as she turned and bounced when she stopped. Under the thin material I could easily see her breasts, her nipples and. My two other friends were sleeping on the side berths. It’s only me who was awake. I took the permission of the Tamil lady “Can I sit on your berth since I’m not feeling sleepy?” She replied “Aramse baitho”. I was sitting at the leg-end of the berth. She had covered herself with the quilt given by railways. I started reading magazine. Then suddenly I felt that the foot of the lady was scratching my back. I looked at her and thought that she was in deep sleep and must be happening involuntarily..