There was not a lot of tension between neighborhoods, but people kind of stayed a part. Dreama was what older people called poor white trash and "fast...." Her boyfriend drove a Camaro and was one of those wild older white guys who looked like he worked on cars all day and stayed up drinking and smoking all night. One night after football practice, I went to the store to get something to drink. Dreama was wearing flip flops and daisy duke shorts and a low cut spaghetti strap shirt that really. Since I didn't have enough space on the table,I moved the documents to the floor and started studying. I go to work in a jacket or shirt and always a skirt.Generally classic style. Since I sat on the floor for comfort, I did not notice how widely spread my legs,as I was engaged in the process,respectively, I did not notice it. And at one point, I began to visit the travel staff who arrived from a business trip. I did not attach any importance to this,I talked to them, since they just came to. A hint of sweat, maybe something else I couldn’t identify but my brain knew what it was, Tom smelled like a man. There was another thing. Christ, in a second I realized the garlic he’d chopped last night was still on his hands this morning, under his nails, maybe. As he cupped my cheek in one hand and dragged his other palm across my face, I felt each callus when he touched my mouth with his fingers and traced my lips.When I sucked one finger his cock stiffened against my breast. My hair is. I never dreamed of being controlled this completely. Maybe I did dream of it but never thought it would happen. This is beyond what anyone could imagine and I wouldn't change one thing. I will cooperate in every way and someday Mistress will make the final dream come true. Mistress will make me into a real woman. Until that time itches may get to be a real problem though. I wonder if she will keep me restrained and will she paralyze me after she makes me a woman? I hope so.Oh!!! What is that?.