Nothing was particularlyerotic or arousing about what he had me do... just overtly feminine. Thatshould have been my clue. When I woke up the next d...y I saw the slideshowon our big television. Photos of me dressed up interspersed with photosof me getting ready. He even had screen shots from my computer showingthe comments I had posted to the blogs.It seems that I had fallen into the same trap that the heroines of myfavorite stories had... I may have been able to talk my way out of. Seems like we may have the first boy to be a member of the Pricilla Club, Elizabeth panted. I looked at Dawn. Her blush was beginning to fade, as a smile danced across her lips. It means we have to show him what to do, she said, the tone of her voice changing. I was unsure of what they were talking about, so I decided to play along. See, we have this club, Dawn said, as she kicked her shorts off, And we do stuff that our parents told us not to do&hellip, and we do stuff we figured out on our. I stop aminute to catch my breath and to think of what to do next. I then hearsomeone call me from the inside of a car. "Hey, baby. Why don't youcome over here and talk to daddy", says an older black guy from the rolleddown window of a Cadillac. I look over and notice he was about fifty yearsold and looking at me with lustful eyes. I walk over to him and lean intothe car window, like a real whore! "I'm lost and I need a ride home,but I don't have any money. Can you help me?" I say in an. At 4:30 the doorbell rang. I told Ken to answer the door and take five steps back. I was standing behind the door. Ken followed the directions answering the door and Jack walked into the house. He took one look at Ken and blew up. "What the hell is going on here. What did you do to your fucking hair pansy, you're really gonna be punished for this. And I told you to get rid of all your underpants. Now get those off right now." I came up behind Jack, grabbed him by the hair while twisting.