"Regardes-toi."Julian looked in horror at the "SISSY BOY" that was boldly embroideredin baby blue script across the garment. C'est la v?rit?, n'est pa...?" she giggled, obviously taking great glee inJulian's shameful humiliation as she snapped the patch over Julian'sbum, again allowing the silver bell to dangle below on its satin ribbon.The 'modesty' coverings were almost as obscene as nothing at all becausethey drew attention to precisely what was transpiring under their sheer,almost translucent. The words reverberated through my head and I shot load after load, eyes drawn not to the attractive puck girl, but it the rock hard penis. I was the one that was on my knees.I knelt there panting for a few moments gathering myself and quickly cleaned up. Thankfully I hadn't got any on the magazine. The last thing I wanted to do is return it with the pages stuck together. I tried to forget exactly what had made me cum. I wasn't really into guys at all, or cock really. That was stupid. It was. Ray thought that if the saying of 'Look at the mother and you will see what the daughter looks like in twenty years' was true, Ray's wife would continue to look beautiful for a long time to come.Ray's parents arrived five minutes later and introductions were made. When Ray's father started complimenting Ms X on her good looks and was saying how beautiful she was, Ms X knew where Ray had acquired his manner of complimenting people. It must be in the genes, she thought.Ray asked the parents to. I went. Drove fast. I went to the door. A hand slid under my arm.“You’re paid for.” We went inside. People everywhere. Music vibrated the floor. My guts churned and shook. I followed. She held my hand. We stepped round people. Women in their best- wearing little. Breasts displayed. Men with shirts unbuttoned. They moved as one. The beat galvanized. She pulled my hand. So many people. Strobe lights flashed. I saw snippets of dancing. People so close. A small stair case, I stumbled. She held me..