Kyra made certain theyknew I liked to 'party' and insisted I act the part. If a man came onto me, offered me a drink or dance, or copped a feel of my ...ody, I wasnot to refuse. Once I discovered how pleasurable it all was, I lostmy inhibitions. On more than one occasion, I returned from the dancefloor or Ladies' room to discover she had left without me - with someother man. Was I mad? Jealous? 'Michael' probably would have been.'Gigi' was too busy with her own pleasures. I just got a ride. I washed my worn undies and stockings before going to bed in my nightie.As I was Mummy's obedient sissy dolly, I wore my teen bra under my maleclothes when I went to work on Monday. Nobody seemed to notice. But Icould feel it all the time. The straps gripped gently, not uncomfortably,but insistently enough to keep reminding me that I was wearing a bra.And, at least some of the time, to wish that I had real tits. Also, ofcourse, I was wearing silky knickers. I didn't have any other underwearnow.. I looked everywhere but nobody of them was visible. I got really tensed as well as angry.I went to underground parking seeking for them. There, one middle-aged ugly looking man, was sitting and stroking. He smiled at me and winked like trying to tell me something.I asked, “kya hua” what happened. He said, “there is a man fucking a randi (whore)”I knew who they were but I acted calm and asked, “why are you telling me?”.He said, “let both of us also fuck her”. I said, “I don’t like to fuck a. My mind flashed back to the night before...Joaquin and I, my first time, in my parents bed! It sounded crazy, but I knew it was true, and certainly something I would never forget.The whole day at work I couldn't get my mind off Joaquin. Would it be awkward when I got home? I hoped it wouldn't be. I definitely wouldn't mind having another similar experience with him, and we still had almost two days with just the house to ourselves. Of course we couldn't let our family know about the feelings.