As I walked away I heard Sam ask James, ‘they didn’t invite her, did they?’ No, they hadn’t. But I wasn’t going to let that bother me. I pre...erred spending time with the guys. They were nicer, at least to me. ‘Are we going to play volleyball, or just gossip all day,’ I yelled over to them. ‘Just for that we are playing girls vs boys,’ James called back. ‘Well that doesn’t seem very fair, there are way more of you girls than me,’ I shot back at him. He smiled and started running towards me. I. You will wear a short mini-skirt, no panties, be absolutely cleanly shaven, black seamed stockings, garter and high heels. A nice blouse, tight but classy and no bra - I want to see those nipple rings when you walk up to Me. Once you arrive at the airport and check in, you will go to the bathroom and prepare further. Insert your butt plug, you will keep this in until I remove it or give you permission to remove it. You will insert a vibrator into your pussy and hold it in for the entire trip. Those two things are pretty accurate indicators of the size of a man’s package.” “Oh really? Well your hands certainly seem to be of adequate size, maybe I should check out your feet.” “Maybe you should.” No sooner had the words escaped his mouth than she was climbing over the seat head first. “Hey, you could have at least asked me to pull over.” “No need.” She slipped into the passenger seat with ease. “I’m very flexible,” she grinned. During her acrobatics, her tight skirt had slipped all. She was slender, about five feet tall, and her low-cut top showed off firm round breasts. Her short black skirt didn’t quite cover the lace tops of her stockings and her stiletto heels accentuated her long legs. She had a great set of legs and looked all woman to me.“Looks like a woman to me,” I sneered, turning back to the douchebag.“It’s not, it’s a freak pretending to be a woman,” he shouted again.“Yeah!” his friends chimed in unison.I narrowed my gaze and stepped closer, forcing the.