.then wearing ayellow petticoat dress with ankle socks and mary janes...he imaginedwearing some of his mom's clothes that he loved to see her in, like...thepink bow blouse, with a gray skirt and heels; or the satin floral printdress. His breathing was heavy and he stroked faster, worried that his mom wasgoing to ask him to come downstairs any minute. Dan could feel the silkypanties graze his balls as they swayed in rhythm with the fluid motionsof his hand curling back and forth around his penis.. The males hated their new status but open rebellion was impossible. The womenloved their lives as much as the men hated theirs. The society was gettingbetter organizes all the times but the males soon began passive resistance.They could not launch a revolt but they would slows down the work and try toget away with as much as possible. The women realize what was happening. The males were not real slaves yet,they were prisoners, with some hope that one day they would be free again.Women were. It was at dinner that something changed, Ginny came to restaurant/bar dressed to kill. She was in a very low cut dress that showed off her small shapely breasts. I couldn't stop staring, because she was braless, and her breasts looked like a 19-year old's. She caught me staring for the umteenth time, and grabbed my hand and lead me to the dance floor. "We are going to dance!" she commanded. I like dancing, so we danced. We danced to a few classics, and to one slow dance where she snuggled into. ..I had my favourites, favourite stars, favourite scenes, but I had just discovered cumshot compilations. I was mesmerised...seeing hot slutty porn stars taking huge loads of cum all over, their tits, their faces, their mouths. Nothing got my cock as hard! I would often rewatch my favourite cumpilations knowing the exact cumshot I would lose control at. I hadn’t discovered edging properly yet so would often jerk my cock until it throbbed then playing with my balls until my favourite cumshot.