I remembered the stories I’d read in the magazines and photographs that had me pleasure myself, stirred and provoked me.“How would you feel now? I... say, three more men were here; watching you being groped; becoming aroused themselves and playing with their cocks. Would you feel scared or turned on? or both?” Billy’s voice was slow and deliberate.My breathing intensified as I answered, “Both!”“Would you have butterflies in your stomach at the thought of exposing yourself to them, and allowing. ”Oh, man, just seeing her hot little cunt suck back that big pink monster, he could sure as hell get on board with that. “Well then, better get up here and plant that hot little pussy on me, and get rid of that fucking toy.”Happy to oblige, Deana gladly tossed aside the dildo and crawled up to the head of the bed. Softly moaning, she slid her body over his, till she was staring at his twitching cock with her sex within tasting distance of his mouth.And the moment she sank her hot little pussy. He brought both the tea and the twoshades of polish she allowed him to wear--hot slut pink and a softersissy pink. She directed him to put the sissy pink, on his finger andtoe nails. He very carefully applied the polish, first to his toenails.Seeking his bare feet adorned with the girlish nail polish led to thesame thrill it always did. She helped him apply the polish to the nailson his right hand and complimented him on the job he had done."What a pretty little sissy boy with his pretty hands. Sadly, we had never had children, and I spent almost all my time with charity events and sports. I loved tennis, running, swimming and had been on a woman's softball team for over twenty years. So, as I ran my hands over my body I didn't think I had anything to be ashamed of. Lying naked on my bed, I imagined Tony watching me as I ran my hands over my hard little nipples, my flat tummy, and then my sex, as I moved my legs far apart. I had been getting a Brazilian wax for years because I hated.