” The smile he gave her let her know that he wasn’t bluffing.For the first time real fear crept into her, and she said, “What do you want?” He...simply said, “You,, both of you. See it’s like this, none of us have girlfriends and we need to scratch an itch. Obviously neither of you have boyfriends and need an itch scratched as well. Seems like we can help each other out, with that.”The other seven men had been removing their clothes as they were talking and E began to do so as well. The girls. I soon learned the name of this hunk was Shahram. He was assigned to accompany us for the 36 hours that we would spend in Jordan. I asked him if he cared to have a drink in the lounge of the hotel and after a little persuasion we left the restaurant to find a quiet table in the hotel bar. Shahram was 42 years old, married and ex-military. I was 30 at the time, single and a confirmed homosexual. I had learned early on in life that I liked men. The more masculine, the better. Most people. He protested but after much pleading he agreed. This back in 1971 and coming from a strict family I always had to wear dresses or skirts and my parents refused to let me wear mini,s like some other girls. I had bought one but never showed them so I took this oppurtunity to wear it as I knew my brother would not tell them, especially since he had me sucking his cock everyday for the past 2 years, but that another story(true also) So I got dressed with pantyhose and the mini with some high heels. STORYAside from my three close friends who stayed at my house often, I had another good friend, James*, who was the son of Steph. Me and him went to school together and played football on the same team, so we hung out together fairly often. When my mum was away I would sometimes spend a week or so at their house. It was basically my second home and Steph was basically a second mother to me.She openly admitted to us one day that she has no idea who James' father is and that he was the result of.