Since it wasn'tterribly expensive, I decided that it was worth a try.I spent most of the day that Monday enjoying my feminine side. While Ihad no rea... plans for the day, I thought it wise to stay in my maid modeto practice further for the coming weekend. I wore a rather simpleoutfit: black underwear, a plain black dress, dark pantyhose and threeinch heels. I adored the feel of these clothes and spent my timereveling in them. That evening I watched an old movie with some rather steamy. I found a guy pretty quick, there were around 20/25 people at this party, and I started flirting with him. I don't like to play the long game so I texted Ed to get in the wardrobe within the next 5 minutes and said to the guy that i'd like to suck his dick, we could go upstairs where it would be quieter. He agreed and so I led him upstairs and into Ed's room.At this point it was dark and I didn't want to turn the lights on or people would see from the garden that we were in Ed's room and no. That was when she screamed, “Oh God… what’s happening?”blood must have rushed to the tortured muscles deep in her groin as she tried to hold back the rush of water and fecal material that was threatening to leave her body… and it was causing new sensations. She was about to experience something mortifying… something that was going to be horrifying and humiliating… and she was going to have an orgasm because of it.As she looked into my eyes she groaned, “Oh no… Oh God no,” and then she. Because she and Carla did theatre together, Cheryl's mom (who was divorced) didn't mind. I still remember that on many a night, Cheryl's mother would drop off her daughter. Carla and I always made polite chitchat with her. Carla would usually be "clothed" in an oversized T-shirt at the time, but as soon as Cheryl's mom stepped out the door, Carla would raise her arms over her head and smile. It became a signal: either Cheryl or I would walk over and pull Carla's shirt up and off and there she.