What you wanted to be, was to grow up likeyour mother and be a wife and mother who was respected in the community.But another part of you wanted the s...mple, carefree childhood of a younggirl that you was denied. You wanted to be a girl, but you thought youwas too plain and all you could see of yourself was a boy in makeup anddresses. To cope with this conflict you turned to cigarettes, booze anddrugs." What does all this have to do with my nightmare," I inquired.Well the bullies in your. After a few minutes, my right hand slidesdown along your stomach, my fingernails, trailing along your skin. It slidespast your recently shaved pubic region, and my thumb slides between yourtight, wet, lips. I hold you tight, as you start to lean forward againstmy body, my mouth still clamped on your tit. I slide my thumb as far upyour juicy pussy as I can, its shape, driving you crazy. You grab my headand press my even tighter against your body. I take my thumb out of you,and replace it with 3. Christine can see that you are highlyentranced by the sight of her beautiful nails running up down your cock.By now she has you nice and hard with your little ribbon on you. Yourhands are tied behind you. Because the whole scene was visually toodistracting for you, she blindfolds you with another scarf. Then shestrokes away, idly chatting about how silly you look. Eventually youcome. She removes the blindfold - and there is Jen - one of Christine'sfriends, who saw a good part of it all. . She struggled weakly against the scarred leather restraints attached to the gurney she was currently being wheeled along on. She craned her neck back willing her eyes to focus on the figure pushing her. It was female, wearing something black and glistening with patches of white. A maid perhaps? The drugs coursing through her system proved too strong, however, and she never got a clear look at her captor. Her vision faded to black.She jerked wide awake when she felt the liquid flowing over her.