I had been dressing up in my sister's clothes for almost two years at certain times. . Every chance I got I would dress up in her lingerie. Some days ... would have fashion shows and wear several different sets of lingerie and try several different pairs of heels with each to see which looked or felt best. The idea of being able to dress for a whole week sent all sorts of ideas through my perverted and dirty mind. My mom finally agreed to let me stay by myself. She said my sister would be. I always invent characters whom I then watch living out my fantasies. Most of the time I have this innocent, inexperienced girl who gets seduced by her much older boss or professor. Sometimes my fantasies get violent. Like, I have this young, slutty Hartz 4 woman (This is what we call long term unemployed people in Germany or people who have never worked and just live of state welfare) who always dresses in a teasing way, wearing short skirts and tight clothes attracting the unwanted attention. I didn’t have any intensions of sex with her and she was 8 years younger to me. I was happy to have her as my best friend. She asked me will I help her to masturbate and teach her how to do it? I said fine but you should not think wrong about me she replied I trust you and respect you a lot. Then I asked her to lie on bed and slowly rub her tits and pussy I asked her to imagine I am sucking her tits and licking her pussy she started to do that and her breathe increased. I could hear her moans. I turned my head and told the two girls back there to pipe down, but that had no effect at all. You can’t reason with a Siamese cat being subjected to something it didn’t choose. ‘Sandra!’ Helen said. I always knew when she’d had enough. She called me Sandra rather than Sandi. ‘I’m just kidding you,’ I responded. ‘I know you’ve pulled strings—yet again—to get me this job interview. I think the world of you for doing this, and I promise I’ll get there on time . . . if I can.’ ‘S-a-n-d-r-a . . ..