She didn't disappoint, rolling my rigid nipple between her thumb and forefinger.We kissed passionately, our sweaty bodies sticking together, slippery ...and flushed with desire. My fingers became small heat-seeking missiles delving between her legs. It took a Herculean effort on my part to keep my explorations tender. I wanted this to build like the oppressive Aussie heat, not be rushed like worldwide shoppers seeking toilet paper.But, as my middle finger penetrated her welcoming wetness, she. I know with every fiber of my being that this is my true self, the way that I am meant to be, and is the permanent full-time lifestyle that I want and need to have. I wish to become so physically and psychologically conditioned to having to wear makeup, long nails, pantyhose, and high heels that I will be literally unable to function unless I am. I tell myself over and over that this is the normal and natural state for me to be in, and that there is nothing to be ashamed or embarrassed about. The two women wandered around the boat, checking out its many features, while they waited for Dan. Ten minutes later, a tall handsome man came down the dock, struggling to balance three bags of groceries. “I think I got everything,” Dan said, “I even remembered to bring nachos!” Vinnie grabbed a bag and the two men stepped on board. “Dan, this is Linda, Connie’s friend from work,” Vinnie said, “and Linda, this is Dan, my best friend and business partner.” “Nice to meet you,” said Linda,. My phone buzzed in the little cheetah print purse tucked under my arm. The new message read:“Send a picture of your locked clitty within five minutes.”I only had minutes to find a secluded place, get a picture and send it. I ducked into the nearest alley. A group of men stood outside a door drinking at the far end of the alley. I didn’t have time to find more privacy so I pulled my panties down and thrust my phone under my mini skirt. I snapped a couple of pictures and my clitty throbbed in its.