I don't know how it happened, but my name was down for the "tummy kisses". It was a variation on that old game where two people went into a closet for...seven minutes, except I was to stay in the "closet".The day came, and I was feeling no pain by the time rolled around when we were supposed to start. I was drunk. Everyone was by best friend. My first visitor in the closet was a girl we call "Yess Bess". I recognized her voice. Now, Bess wasn't exactly fat, but I might go with "thick". She. Thatincluded leaving the toilet as you found it."In addition to the full body wax, I will allow you to wear slacks thatare man tailored in public. I know how your male macho ego will bebruised if others think your different. So to ensure that you will notembarrass me when wearing slack with a front zipper, you will wearpantyhose as a reminder to sit like a lady and pee. If you do not agreeto these terms you may leave now."I just stood there with my head and eyes down and said okay."I can't hear. My mind slipped back to the presentas I moved my face closer to that huge black cock.I opened my mouth and licked it this time. I than movedmy head and tried to engulf it into my mouth. I wasn’table to get much in the first try but I kept moving myhead as he stroked my hair. I listened to him moan as Itried to swallow him down to the back of my throat.He practically buckled over as he grasped my hair. Hewas still being gentle with me but I didn’t come hereto be treated like a trophy. He also didn't recognize his surroundings. His house was full of warmly-colored furniture. The rooms were large and spacious, and the furniture looked like genuine antiques. Everything was in high taste, totally unlike his old house. As he got up, he felt something funny in his body. Henry looked down and saw--- BREASTS! Rather small ones, but definitely now the kind a man would have. Paranoid, he removed his Victorian dress, complete with lacy bras and satiny knickers. Underneath, he saw the.