She began turning around and around, obviously wanting everyone to see her from all sides as she worked her cunt. "Talk to me," she quavered. "Tell me... I look good..." The crowd, including me, erupted in shouts of encouragement. "You look great, baby!" "You're beautiful!" "Whatta honey!" "Shake those titties!" "Show us that big bare ass!" "Whooo!" "Never seen anything like you, mama!" And of course, "Take it off!" A split second later, we were all shouting for Millie to shed the G-string and cum. ..my God...what...what the hell are you doing...God... I'm married to a god damned faggot..." "No...no...Anne, it isn't like...that at all...You don't understand... Anne?" "Just you shut your mouth...PANSY" Crestfallen, I volunteered to change out of the dress. "I'll...uh...get changed..." "Don't bother. It's too late now to try and be a man. I can see what you are. I don't know how you could have kept me fooled for so long." "You...want me...to stay dressed like this?" "Yes, now get the hell. His tension as high as it had been when he had started his run. He trudged through the sand, not really paying attention as to where he was headed, eventually making his way into the dunes, the sandy terrain swallowing up any sound his footfalls might have made.His mind continued to race. This is ridiculous, John, he thought. [/i]Just tell Cortana how you feel![/i] And yet another part thought that maybe he should not do that. After about a minute of the two halves of his mind battling with. Or something more in keeping with the 60's theme...white strappy pumps are buckled onto my feet, really high! 7" and myfoot is almost vertical in them, shit why didn't she go the whole hogand put ballet boots on me? The last touch is a silky white night dress,semi-transparent, that hangs on two narrow straps over my shoulders. Thetop is tight and my perky nipples show clearly through it, both incolour and shape... and its hem hangs only just below my panties, so mysuspenders are clearly.