She had entertained the idea of finding Karl again but she had known it wouldn’t work. Karl had been a moment of delicious madness and in her mind, ...he gradually she pushed him into a small corner where he could remain, out of reach and safe. She would think of Karl as she sucked Oskar and revel in the knowledge that Oskar was hers despite her wanton thoughts. Many days passed this way, and with each passing day, Karl became a cherished symbol of her hidden power. His name was Paul. He was. She was the woman of my dreams. A petite, dusky beauty, whowas never afraid to speak her mind.Apart from cross-dressing, I always had a strong interest in bondageand was quite submissive. While I kept all my fetish a secret fromSalma in college, I decided to let her know the about my bondage fetishbefore marriage. She seemed cool with it then, saying that since sheloved me so much, she wouldn't let something like that get in the way.In fact, she made me paint her toenails on our second night. I wore a short and tight low cut black spandex dress, a silicone padded bra, black patent 5" pumps, and fishnet stockings. I added a long black hair extension to my naturally hair, and did my makeup on the slutty side with false eyelashes, heavy eyeliner, and deep red glossy lipstick. Big hoop earrings and long fake acrylic nails completed the outfit. I have very soft and feminine features to begin with and my attention to detail was not lost on the crowd. The girls all fussed over me and most. Boy, Kalista had a focus on her face and in her dance steps, clearly enjoying her hips, as was I.We got in close to do some spins and Volta’s. She put her hands on my hips startling me for a split second, so I placed mine on hers as we did a portion of this routine in really close.Our hips were in very close alignment as she turned around and backed into me, turning this into something of a salsa style dance. She was running her hands through her own hair as I pulled her really tight up against.