Even the bouncers had forgotten to watch the crowd. I couldn't blame them. Fuck the crowd; they wanted to watch Millie. She leaned forward and swung a...nd shook her giant tits, pulling at her huge nipples with her hands and coming yet again. She bent over and pulled her asscheeks wide apart and squeezed her sweet pink asshole in the spotlight like I'd told her to, sticking it out and showing it off without a thought for grace or style--only working hard to make sure everyone saw her clenching,. In just a few short days Sara had not onlychanged my physically, brought home to me painfully by my long blondehair, high pitched voice and humiliating flatness down there, but alsoimmersed me into their environment too. This was something that Bethanywas quick to point out when Sara went upstairs."She's got you just where she wants you," the girl said, with asurprising lack of emotion, "she's turning you into her meek, shy littledaughter and you don't have the first idea how to stop it." What. I ran my fingers over the embroidered hem before I drew it up slowly to enjoy the sensation of the smooth and cool material caressing my legs. I was as hard as a rock before the elastic band settled on my waist.I fastened the bra around my chest and felt sad that I could not fill the empty cups. To remedy this, I grabbed my socks and rolled them up and inserted them into the empty cups. I ran my hands over my fake boobs and was pleased with the sensation. I then placed the wig on my head and. "Your boobs are perfect." Say it," she said."Say what?" I asked her."You know," she nudged me.I sighed inwardly."You were great, baby," I told her.She looked at me again and opened her mouth, and then burst into tears. She sat up and threw her arms around me, still sobbing on my shoulder."What?" I asked, slowly pushing her off of me and wiping the tears off her cheeks. "What is it?"She sniffled at me."I know it's just our game," she sniffled. "You say that, I say 'you too, stud, ' and I pretend.