Marina crossed the room and opened the door to two tall women who's arms carried clothing and some coloured bottles that contained who knew what. The ...wo, almost identical women said nothing to Marina, but beckoned for her to follow them. She closed the door and ran to catch up with the retreating backs. She was able to observe them and the strange clothing they wore. Heavy brocade skirts covered their legs, but the backs of the garments had been cut away to expose their bare cheeks and calves.. She came and kissed me, rubbed my crotch, winked and said it felt like I was ready for the show. I could see the bulge in Don’s pants as Jean took him by the hand and headed for the stairs. I followed Carol to the bedroom and enjoyed the view of her legs, ass and cunt as she climbed the stairs. Jean and Don embraced at the foot of the bed, kissed and Don’s hands mauled my wife’s ass. I stripped off and stood beside the bed while Carol lay back in a chair to take in the show. Don lifted the. The music stopped, so my dance partner escorted me back to my seat, and put his hand against the small of my back. It really does send shivers down your spine, which I suppose is why men do it. Did I like it? I didn’t hate it. He thanked me, nodded to Tom, then left. I asked Tom what that was all about. “I wanted you to broaden your experience, see how it is to be a girl for a room full of men. How does it feel?” “Really strange, but nice. I like the attention, the feeling of empowerment, of. The parting of my vaginal lips byhis member, the delicious clinching of my nerves, the hotejection into the condom and the afterglow that had made me feelso soiled, so...slutty.In the beginning of my sexual life as a fourteen-year old girl,the afterglow had seemed heavenly, so loving. It made me feelwanted and deeply loved. From my previous knowledge of sex as aman, I knew it to be a lie. But for some reason, my emotionsdenied that knowledge. They dismissed the fact that men oftenthought.