I don't want him to evermove out, and I want him to fuck me everyday, multiple times a day. Anddrink my milk! That's my wish!"She looked at the ring a...nd saw all the gemstones were back. She pulledout her phone, thinking of what she would text Greg when she saw she hadreceived a message from him a short while ago:"Hey honey, have to work a bit late tonight. Maybe Roger can keep youentertained in my absence ;)"She smiled, her heart racing as she considered what to do next. She hadthis vague. It was pressed against the top of my ass, throbbing, begging to get played with. Again, we sat there. I was trying my hardest to figure out what was going through his mind, wondering if he was desperately trying to think it down. I’m not sure what his motivation was for what happened next. Either discomfort or horniness overtook him as I felt him grab his cock and slide it down my ass crack. Each of my soft cheeks grazing him on each side. Adjusting to this, I again moved my ass up and then. After getting dressed, I pinned up my long brown hair before I openedthe locked armoire located in Sarah's room. Inside were the many wigsthat helped disguise my true identity when I performed as Sarah. Ipulled out the same blonde wig that I had worn during the concert. I hadbeen wearing the same style for the last couple of weeks. It was thestyle that everyone was starting to recognize as Sarah's. I quickly didmy makeup with a dramatic flair. Stephanie, my personal makeup artist,would be at. So, I thought to myself, ‘W hat the hell! ’ I accepted her offer. “You’re a beautiful woman, Jean. I’d love to take you to bed. Are you ready to go now?” She then made another request. “There is just one more thing.” “What’s that?” After we do this I want you to honestly evaluate me and my actions. I want you to tell me what you honestly think. What am I doing right and wrong?” I told her, “I'll be happy to evaluate your performance.” With that, I stood, left a tip for the waitress, and.