But if I chickened out, then I would have been a realwimp. So, no matter what I choose to do, I will be emasculated. But Iknew that I had to do it. I ...anted to experience what it is like to getyour hair done as a woman.I picked out an outfit consisting of a medium-length skirt, a thincardigan with a small belt that emphasise my trim waist, and underneaththat a top with a flowery pattern on it. I had a coat on. It was deepred and it looked unmistakably feminine. Unlike coats made for men,. Lauren had always been a bit of a worrywart. Her first wedding had been no better. Totally different from her youngest sister; Christy had been happy-go-lucky her entire life!Peter laughed. “Oh, really?”Shirley described Lauren’s behavior. “You need to take her out to dinner, and then ... and then...” She couldn’t say the words that came to mind, ‘ ... get her well fucked!’ That was precisely what Lauren needed, but her mother couldn’t say such things.“Uh, huh. And then what?” teased Peter.. Strong fingers then massaged the oil slowly around my buttocks and gradually pushed them into my arse. While I continued blowing the Emperor, first one then two fingers, slipped inside me. After a minute or so of my hole being gently stretched, two more digits were eased in. The sucking, massaging and stretching continued and I realised then that my servants were preparing me for the ‘Emperor’. I was in a dream, here I was sucking on the prick of a handsome man whilst my arse was being. Her position in the seat left her entire crotch exposed and she just knew her wet spot on her crotch was visible in the light of the interior of the cruiser. She tried to get her skirt down, but with her hands behind her, she couldn't, so she just sat there, bawling. The radio blare to life, but she ignored it as the cop answered it, only thinking that her life was ruined now and she hung her head in shame, seeing her wet spot herself, but not caring anymore. He turned off the interior light.