Her hand reached to the back of Jo’s dark skirt, tugging at the zip.Not wanting to be outdone Jo pulled her mouth close. Her hands slipped the blous... off her shoulder. Jo’s hands now search for the buttons on hers.The interview panel making lewd suggestions. commenting on the size of Jo’s tits. How much Jo seemed to like it. Where they’d fuck her. Where they’d like to cum.Jo realised the men are stood all around. All very close.Jo felt the woman’s fingers tugging at her knickers. Very quickly. Slowly and awkwardlyhe reached out towards her and she quailed. Margo stood absolutely motionless,literally frozen in terror. She was unable to breath, let alone scream. Suddenly, a disgusting glob of viscous fluid spurted from his erect memberand flew directly at her face! Margo jumped out of the way with a quickness and agility that she had thoughtshe long had lost. As she struggled to maintain her balance, both to avoida painful fall and a more painful back injury, she heard a high-pitched. " She said, sure of herself.I settled on the sofa and left her to herself, figuring she had looked around enough to know where everything was and, sure enough, she came around the corner with "on the rocks" glasses filled with vodka with a twist in each. I smiled at her as she sat proud beside me and handed me a glass. We toasted and she asked how my day went."It was great knowing you would be here when I got home." I said."That's sweet. Maybe someday we can make that every day if things work. I could tell it was me, but I only noticed the differencesslowly. My hair was tinted red and in an unmistakably feminine style. Myeyes were expertly made up - liner, mascara, shadowed lids. My lipsglowed glossy red. Earrings dangled from my newly-pierced ear lobes - Ithought at first just a cluster of coloured beads, but when I looked moreclosely I saw each was made up of two pink beads, with a red bead on theend of a pink cylinder. It suddenly occurred to me that they representedlittle penises.