“I imagine so,” I mused. I pulled out 20 bucks, “Where do I make my contribution?" Dave pointed me over to a couple of girls dressed in actual c...othing. I assumed they were already sorority members. They took my money and handed me a raffle ticket. The very cute brunette wished me good luck. Playing suave, I flirted, “I didn't need luck”. She gave a flirty laugh and I knew I had her. I figured if I didn’t win a glory hole slut, I wouldn’t have much trouble getting her to polish my cane. I. The upside to it, was not mad, more interested in knowing more about all this. The only thing worse was the mood for sex was gone, and I had to get ready for work. Work was a different b**st now, with all striations in place and really having to maintain safety. Most of the time, we have to work together but stuff like eating, we were separated. This meant sitting down with Pinky, was us in two different tables. She was still a little sore over the boyfriend stuff, but now we were talking about. Michele reached up and studied the three wigs sitting on their stands. ‘The brunette,' she thought to herself and lifted the wig from its stand. She brushed the wig with the special brush that she been advised to purchase by the nice old lady who had sold her her wigs. She started her brush-stokes at the extremities of the hair and worked her way up to the crown, admiring the sheen of the artificial hair. She positioned the wig on her head and adjusted it so that her fringe was straight and. Her legs lifted and wrapped around my hips and I held her up, crushing her breasts against my chest. Out of the corner of my eye, I could see several people looking in our direction. Some, mostly men smiled at the obvious display of affection, several women also looking in our direction pursed their lips, pruning their faces in disapproval; I could almost see their scandalous thoughts of outraged propriety. I didn't care, she was here and I was holding he in my arms for the first time. Finally,.