“Put it on and take your panties off,” she commanded and I obeyed. I pulled the panties down and slipped them off before ripping the condom wrappe... and pulling it over my cock. “You didn’t think I’d just let you fuck me, did you? After all the panty-wearing, pussy-licking and sissyness; you think I’d accept you as a man? No, you’re going to show me you can handle a pretend pussy first, then maybe you can have my perfect one.” I wanted to cry, I couldn’t believe what she was saying to me. Even. It was another one of those rare games we all played from time to time. Keeping things innocent enough to keep all of us out of any real trouble, but just naughty enough to make it fun."Should be down any time now," I told her following her into the room. "Would you care for something to drink while you're waiting?" Nah, we'll stop and get something a bit later during our shopping," Cindy informed me. "By the way, what's on your agenda for this afternoon?"I knew full well that she knew her. Looking at these pretty young Christian women, bare-titted, spread-cunted, their cunt juices shining wetly on each other's faces and their expressions stupid and desperate with the need to cum, was just about the nicest sight she had ever seen. She took some photos. The girls didn't seem to notice.She sent them home with the instruction that if their pussies became wet they were to find another women from the circle and beg to have their cunt licked clean. She reminded them - "no orgasms" - and. Nothing seems right. Eventually, she goes to a pharmacy near the red light district and asks for "the kind the whores use." The cosmetologist stares at her, and Katy blushes red with shame. The moment goes on and on, and just as Katy is about to flee, the cosmetologist finally produces a tube of lipstick.As she walks up the aisle, the red haired, red booted altar ego walks past, talking animatedly with a latino hooker. For a second, Katy is rivetted with shock, she stands stock still,.