You obediently wait for George's action.

George tells you, "Let's pack up, Mary. In an hour, you and I will be meeting my friends."

You tried to playfully smile, you stretched like a cat and you lay down next to George on the sofa. You pressed against black George with all your little weak white body. With your hand, you gently stroked George's huge black curved cock and his large black testicles.

George ruffled your wheat-colored hair and said:

"We will have a lot of time for fun together. But now it's time for us to get ready to meet my friends, we will go to the sauna on the northern outskirts of the city."

You obediently nodded, stretched, knowing that George was looking at you now. You got up from the couch. What are you going to wear? You also need to go outside.

You went to the bathroom, you washed up. You took another look at yourself in the mirror. You had some strange, pulling sensation in your lower abdomen. Not unpleasant, just a strange feeling. As if you really had a uterus there and it shrunk in anticipation of something. Probably a lot of male sperm was now in your anal hole and even more male sperm has been absorbed into the depths of your anus over the past days ...

You mentally said to your reflection in the mirror: "Yes, Billy ... Or rather "Mary" ... You are no longer a virgin girl. You are being fucked by big black cocks in your anus, you are taking big black cocks in your mouth, you washing away like a woman washing away traces of sex... But at least you're alive..."

You put in order your appearance. You began to wash. Then you went into the room, found panties. You thought that you need to wear some other lingerie - these panties need to be washed. You took out another women's panty from your bag - black silk thongs, and you put them on. Then you put on your bra, your miniskirt, women's pink crop top, women's stockings, and women's red heels.

You went to the bathroom again, where you found, among other things, foundation. You carefully smeared, then you combed your hair. You put a little mascara on your eyes and touched up your lashes a little. You've obviously been planning longer than George was. By the time you finished getting ready, George was clearly losing patience.

"Towel or something else to take?" you asked George.

"It's all there. You'd better take a tube of lube, it's on the table," said George. - Just in case.

You found a tube of lube, you stuffed it into your bag.

Then you realized, "Lubricant. Yeah. What did you think, 'Mary'? Meeting with George's friends... Looks like you'll need some lube, 'Mary'... Oh my god..."