This is my pose. I'm obedient. I did as Iwas told."Very good!" the announcer says with cheer. "Let's see another one, andI'll raise the temperature fi...e degrees." What!" I yell. "You said if I posed..."The temperature drops more. I hug myself again. I hop around, trying tokeep my circulation going. My hands feel numb. My feet begin to sting."I said no such thing!" the announcer says. "I said I'll see what I cando. And I did. Here is what I say now. Pose again, something strikingand manly, and I. I heard it hit with a loud 'splat' before he said, "When was the last time this place saw a mop and a bucket?"Was he talking to me? Should I reply? Shit, I wasn't sure at all. Meekly I said, "Uh, s'at you, Joe?" Immediately I felt so stupid. Of course it wasn't. How dumb can I get? But the voice came back and said, "Yeah, you waitin' on me, faggot?"I laughed nervously, feeling the uneasiness begin to sober me up, fast. I thought that all I could do at this point, was to play it cool. Hey, maybe. Ana asked them if they wanted their dicks sucked by a white married bitch.Both young men could not believe their luck; smiling and taking out their huge black cocks. Ana fell onto her knees and started sucking off those customers in front of me and the tattoo artist.Once my sexy wife was busily taking care of her first customer, I told the second one that he could finger her pussy while she serviced his friend. Then I enjoyed watching as my wife was having a tumultuous orgasm as she finished. I soon found out.Later that day mum took me out shopping, I was so embarrassed, thankgoodness we didn't pass anybody I knew, though I think even if we did,they would not have recognised me, what with the plaits and skirt.The first stop was at the hairdressers, where she told the assistantrather proudly, I thought, that I wanted to become a girl, so could theydo something with my hair to make it look really girly. I started to saythat I liked it long. Before I had even finished the hair dresser.