We got ready for the party. I found some single crisp white cotton sheets in one of the guest rooms, I put on a white Rigby & Pellor bra that made the...most of my boobs and a matching string looked good against my tan and drove Steve mad when he saw me from the back.Then after some wrestling with the sheet and a couple of pins, I was all but ready, showing a nice bit of tanned leg quite a lot of back and a hint of cleavage.Steve came and said “bloody hell Sophie you look damned sexy, I wish I. What if we bet $50? Either way, we both win if we can both jack off. For some reason I’m really horny this afternoon. But I’d need you to be very discreet. I promise I am.”Before I could think better of it, I hit send. I immediately wished I hadn’t. What was I thinking? I don’t know this guy. The butterflies in my stomach were palpable. I tried to calm myself down, thinking about the odds of a reply. This guy probably has fifty replies, I told myself. I didn’t include a photo, which means I was. " I slipped her mini skirt down to her ankles and she kicked it away. Now she laid there totally naked. She had everything on show for us. Spreading her legs a bit wider apart, she said," Why don't you show Jamie how I taught you to lick me and I'll show Jamie how a woman is supposed to suck on his cock." Most of his cock disappeared into her mouth and her head moved back and forth along his shaft. I pulled her cunt lips apart and let my tongue dart into her wet hole and also flicked her. Please,please let there be something, let me have at least some trace ofmasculinity that will mask the true nature of my humiliation, of myself. I reach even further and my fingers eventually find the source ofthis angst, nestled languidly, softly, timidly on small, smooth, softballs. At peace. I literally feel my whole body shrink withhumiliation, as if any masculinity that may be mistakingly hidingsomewhere within me has suddenly got the message and left as quickly asit possibly could,.