She was placed upon life's treadmill: forever struggling tomake ends meet; forever struggling to find her way in the world. Ever-seeking her true pat..., never finding it. Perpetually confused anddisillusioned, she was now trapped by life's circumstances.John, on the other hand, paid dearly for his arrogance. He was made aslave-- sex, panty, and toilet. Feminized despite his masculinity, he wasmade to wear panties which he was destined to forever soil for theamusement of his current Mistress;. . Would you play it again, please?" Of course."Cate went through it a couple of times stopping when she got the phrasing wrong. Finally on the third attempt she sang a very creditable version. I could not believe what I heard. I know I had said she had a great range, but she seemed to have the knack of changing her tone and style to suit. The loud performer singing at the top of her range for Rock, suddenly became feline, her voice purring over the lyrics injecting so much sex appeal into the. I never really thought that I enjoyed being watched before but what I saw in front of me meant I couldn’t stop stroking my cock, I didn’t care if anybody was watching me or not. As I stroked myself off watching this beautiful TV get rammed, one of the guys closest to me started to wank me off. After a bit of mutual wanking he dropped to his knees and started to suck me off, taking me as deep as he could, with his nose pressed down into my skin, licking and sucking me until I was throbbing. I. "Oh, is that right? Been paying much attention have you?" she toyed back."What's not to notice, it's all out there and very nice too."Was I even in the room? What the hell was this I thought. My husband was boldly flirting with my best friend while I was in the room. The fixed smile on my face started to ache as I wanted to drop it, but was struggling to keep it."Want to see?" Victoria asked. Bitch! I thought.Without waiting for a reply Victoria lifted the bag and removed a bra and panty set.