She was now the character she called the skank, a character she hadn't even thought to give a proper name yet. The brunette wig was swapped for a lo...ng black wig with purple streaks. The skank carefully packed the brown wig back into the tube. She could always shoplift another pantsuit: Nordstrom had racks of them. Stealing a made to measure wig is a fool's risk: the shop had photos of her. Her wigs were the tools of her trade, she had always bought the best she could afford and paid for them. Tiffany but I wanted to be truly feminine. After I reached one hundred and thirty-eight pounds I could fit into a size eight dress but the clothes looked too tight. One day I decided to focus on becoming model thin.Over the months my hair had reached passed my shoulders. Susan and I were sleeping in separate rooms. Susan didn’t comment on the weight change. She only noticed how thin I’d become when I’d had my ears pieced. She’d missed the signs as I acquired a collection. She pulled him as deep as she could and swallowed, making her throat contract, and tickle him. She felt his breathing quicken, and he grasped her ears, pulling her closer. He pushed and she was swallowing as fast as she could. He was so far down that he must be filling her stomach with his warm seed. He subsided, and she withdrew, pursing her lips to force any that might still be inside of him, or clinging to his cock, to stay in her mouth. When he was out, she licked him to make sure he was. " Stacy listens to Cara talk as she wiggles the large metal ring at the front of the collar. "But I'm not going to make you wear it, dear. That would defeat the purpose now wouldn't it? You need to want to wear it. Understand?" Stacy looks up to Cara and nods. She hands the collar back to the tall, gorgeous woman. "Do you want to wear this collar, Stacy? Do you want to be obedient and respect me? Will you pledge to care more about my wants and desires than your own?" Stacy's mouth flutters for.