Quickly, I unzipped the dress, slipped into the underwear and put the dress back on. It fit perfectly now, my fake tits amply filling the breast pocke...s. In a frenzy, I rushed over to Steph's wardrobe and pulled out a curly blond shoulder-length wig from one of the boxes, and put it on. The excitement was building; my cock was dribbling pre-cum into Steph’s pretty little panties as it tried desperately to fight its way free. Seconds later, the girl in the mirror was smiling back at me. I knew. First slowly then gradually increased my pace and fingered her choot with full pace. She was trembling in pain and pleasure and was shouting ooooooooooohhhhhhhhhhhh aaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh pleaseeeeeee slowly. Aaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhh.. But I kept on fingering her with full force and slowly inserted one more finger in her chooot. She shouted with pain Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa no please 2 niiiiii . But I inserted both the fingers in and started fingering her again. She was sweating and enjoying. The club wouldn't let 'em do much more than that."Now the van picked up speed. They must be on the interstate now, thought Shanika."How come you're going back, then?" she asked."Well, you ain't gonna believe this, girl," Nydia said, "the money's good and all that, but sometimes at night I be thinkin' about that time that white man whupped me and fucked me and I's just some nigger bitch to him. I think about that and my coochie starts to tingle and I gets to playin' with it... I can't explain. I started to salivate fantasising about how they would feel in my pussy and how much I wanted to suck them. I dived for the closest one to me only to be pounced on by the three of them, blindfolded, tied up, and held down. I lay there waiting for someone to make a move when he started talking to me. "I read your journal you little slut and I know this is what you want isn't it?" I opened my mouth to answer but, he told me to shut up. He said to me don't speak cause it wouldn't do me any.