.. maybe later.Ok, the story begins like this: we usually get together with other two couple (neighbors) to chat, eat dinner and have some drinks on S...turday nights. Well, this last Saturday (aug25,18) everything was the same, we had some extra drinks and my neighbor (the host, he is 60) felt very dizzy, tired and went to sleep, while the other couple, my wife and I stayed dancing and singing and having more drinks. The second to go was my wife, she went back home, then was the other husband. They knew how I’d been thinking about each of them and Jenny and Deb and everybody. I got asked whether I wanted this job or whether I just wanted a piece of ass and notches on my bed posts.“The two of them asked whether I was up for changing who I was and how I thought about women. I told them my background and how I wanted to change, but that I didn’t know whether I could. They broke me down further until I promised I’d change. I pleaded with them for help to change.“Then they beat me up. "Let me see you naked. Now!" she ordered, and it was an order I was happyto obey. I slowly pulled the sweater I was wearing over my head as I movedas seductively as I could. I danced in nothing more than my skirt, slip,and bra for a few seconds, before unzipping my skirt and letting it fall tothe ground. I grasped my dick through the slip I was wearing and fondledmyself for a bit before pulling the slip off. I reached up and fondled mytits through my bra before reaching behind me and. "Those words brought the most intense sense of relief I had ever felt inmy life. "You can be man again, hell, we can make you better man, biggerman." I was starting to like the sound of this. "But..." she continued.Shit, I knew there was a but."Your body weak. Very sensitive. It must rest. You need one monthrecovery, then we make you what you want."My sense of relief vanished. One month? What about my job? My girlfriend?My life? What was I going to do for a month? She read my face."I know,.