Next a petticoat that will support the skirt of the frilly pink sissy dress I’m given to put on. The clothing is always some variation on this – v...ry frilly, very sissy, very obviously over-the-top femmy to reinforce to everyone that I am a very special gurl. The petticoat constantly rubs against the exposed tip of my clitty giving me an almost constant partial erection, but the mean little spiked collar beneath the head prevents it from fully rising and sticking out. Mistress Angela frowns on. She reached down and removed her t-shirt so that I could access both of her shoulders and her back. Her back was smooth, but defined and tight from working out. I rubbed her back, around her shoulder blades, and she continued to moan in comfort. Gradually, I reached around her sides, and, as she raised her arms slightly to allow me greater access, reached around and began to massage the sides of her breasts. "Oh, yessssss," she whispered, "that's very nice." Her back began to arch as I cupped. It was the features that were different. Where the man on the left had light brown hair, the man on the right had dark brown. The man on the left had angular features, while his companion at the fire was chubbier. He also looked a fair bit older by comparison.The other side and muttered, “We do not have all night, boy, so sit your arse down and be quick about it.”I slowly sat down and as I did so, the two finally turned their gaze towards me. I felt a chill run down my spine as their eyes. There was no repulsion at being groped by other boys, only at being groped. And even that wasn't really repulsion. Had it been just one boy, I might not have been feeling the mixture of embarrassed pleasure and helpless fear that I was feeling. Only embarrassed pleasure, but as it was, there were just too many boys trying to get at me. I started to tremble a bit, and the boy holding me tightly became less rough, even gentle."Hey. We're just playing babydoll. Don't be frightened," he said.