Back in my room, it was now my time to do my own makeup. I tried to remember all AD said the day before, but this time Cindy did not look fifteen year... younger more like five or ten. Looking at a photograph of my face taken from yesterday, I used it as a template for applying my makeup. I tried but I just could not get the eye makeup right. At ten AM, I was Cindy again and this time dress in my red PVC knee-high 5" heel boots, red and black short skirt and a pull over top. I looked like a. S. Government, a body which I had previously held in relatively high esteem after the emancipation of the slaves in 1865. It represented a degrading and debasing attitude toward the Native American people, treating them as so many children; when in reality, they had a superior inherent understanding of how to respect and live with the land. Yes, they had a genetic weakness for alcohol and they did not have immunities against common 'white' diseases, like measles, but that was no reason for this. (But sie makes sure to dig hirfingernails into my ass, as sie pushes off of my body in order to standup.)My darling Mistress Ismeralda pulls me up to kneeling and rotates me soI am now facing the standing Irmagard, and I am face to 'face' with hirchastity. Mistress V. stands behind Irmagard and re-inserts her dildointo Irmy's receptive sissy-hole. Irmy groans as sie is penetratedagain. Hir body is pulsing as Valerie fucks hir forcefully, from astanding position. Irmy grabs my shoulders and. .. My secret vice. I like eighties hair bands..." She snickered, "I swear I thought that Tom Kiefer was a chick when I first heard them..."I couldn't help myself, and broke into a quiet chuckle which she eagerly joined. It wasn't a horrible confession, just something I never would have pegged her for. The fact that she was sharing it with me was sweet. There was no other word for it, a sweet and romantic trust.Helen ducked down, so that everything but her head was immersed in the pond. She.