Her make upskills were perfected and she was reminded constantly to check herselffor smudged lipstick or a hair out of place. Jennifer took her out in...ublic dressed in the shortest of mini-skirts and tight, low-cut tanktops to get her use to being admired as a pretty girl. Suzette had toalways be aware of how she stood, stooped and sat, as any wrong movementwould flash her panties to anyone who would care to look.There was also speech training that had Suzette substituting 'sweet' and'adorable'. Oh God, I need to stop, it is too much.” I was babbling. I had lost complete control of my body. I was convulsing with waves of pleasure, and I wanted to stop.Finally, Richard stiffened, fully imbedded himself deep inside me and erupted with spasm upon spasm as he pumped me full of his seed. I loved taking his young virile black semen into my womb. I don’t know why, but having a man cum inside me seems like the most sensual of acts, the most personal of exchanges two people can experience. And. Chloe was in a pink almost transparent fairy outfit that she had expertly made herself. In certain light it was very clear that her very ample gravity defying breasts were braless.Jenny opened a bottle of wine to get things started and asked Chloe to plait her hair in to school girl pig tails. Whist she did so Jenny could feel Chloe’s ample firm boobs pressing in to her back, god even that was turning her on! She confided to her friends that she would really like to pull a man tonight as she. If that was possible. Time had no meaning here. How could it?“You’re not real,” I said. “This place isn’t real.”“Aren’t I? Isn’t it?”“It’s just in my head. You’re just in my head.”“Just because something only exists in a person’s head, doesn’t mean it’s not real.”“Yes, it does!”“Everything we see, hear, touch and taste, they’re all just electrical signals in our head. Our whole world, all our experiences, are just in our head.”“But you’re not real,” I said, through gritted teeth.“I’m as real as.