First thing I do is almost start crying. I will be seen, dressed like this by some ole greasy, tow truck driving, racist mechanic… White, no doubt. ... pull the lever and hop out, trying to will the car back to normal.. And yes, I do know what every little thing is under this hood.My black heels jack me up to a height of five foot nine now and as I bend over the fender, my silky dress slips two inches higher up my silky thighs. I try to ignore the 18 wheelers traveling by, honking, and the “Hot. .I was wondering if I could get a black dress. I'd like to go asEllen."As much as he tried, the father couldn't suppress the sudden rage thatgripped him. "Absolutely NOT!" he roared. "You will not make a spectacle ofyourself at your own mother's funeral." But, daddy--" No buts, young man! We are through discussing this!"Eldon ran to Ellen's bedroom, where he hurriedly pulled off his boy clothes,climbed into his softest nightgown, leapt into bed, and cried himself tosleep.Meanwhile, his father. " He picked up a six-foot bullwhip and snapped it in the air. "Remember, citizens, we are counting on you! Enjoy yourselves." Another cheer, men and women jumping up and down, waving their fists in the air. "Let's see the whore!" "Tie her to the post!" "Get her on her knees!" They roar got louder and I couldn't make out what half of them were saying. The Enforcer kept a stern look on his face as he rolled up the parchment and shoved it under his belt. The crowd got quiet as he stepped behind. The movie ended and the station was announcing the next one that it was going to be a “detective shoot’em up”. Then the commercials and my mistresses were coming out of their bedroom. They put on some really nice, and ironed, jeans and I could see that they were “packing”. Their legs were filled by the strapon dildoes they were wearing. I knew that they were really going to have fun on “girls only night”. They were going to the Les Bar where my mistresses met. They were wearing some halter.