"Okay, guys, here are the rules. No more sucking until I say so. You can beat your own meat, or someone else's, but only enough to keep hard. Now ever...body get your ass greased up, and greased up good!" He passed out the tubes and they eagerly com­plied.Paul and Dan took turns cramming lube-covered fingers up father and son holes, while the twins traded grease jobs, and Donny and his uncle Mark explored each other's randy asses. John tossed a couple of towels over and they wiped their hands. I obeyed. "Head back". I tilted it back. "Mouthopen wider fag, yeah that's it. Now stay like that throughout the game. Nomoving".He stood up over me and dropped a gob of spit in my mouth and then slappedmy cheek."Good fag. That's me past the first round".The others then all walked up to me and let a gob of spit drop into my wideopen mouth.My mouth was quickly filling up with their spit and I could feel itstarting to run to the back of my throat, but I wasn't allowed to close mymouth even. "So now that we understand each other, let's get started. We will workon the extensions first. It takes a long time."They moved into a private salon room and Kim sat in the chair as strandafter strand was added to her short cut. At one point Narya took abreak to call Connie to let her know it would take longer. She madeanother call and came back. "I've called a colleague who sells gownsout of her own home. She will be here in a couple hours with somesamples. She makes the best stuff in. And Irealised that women were more tactile than men. It was natural for themto touch one's arm gently when explaining something or expressing acommon feeling. And although I was hesitant to start doing this myself,for the time being at least, I realised that it meant I was beingtreated as a female. Except, of course, that I was called Sissy. Andeach time my name was used, it was a reminder of my true state. Andalthough no-one made a big thing about it, using the word Sissy waseffectively their.