" Well, just do what you normally do," she said. "Open your mouth and letthe words come out, not difficult!" OK," he said managing a bit of a smile."T...ere that's better," she said. "So, when did all this start?" A long time ago," Paul replied."I suppose it was a pair of panties first was it? Then maybe a bra and itjust developed?" Something like that," Paul said a little sheepishly."Well we've certainly moved on haven't we?" she said smiling. "How oftendo you dress? Every day?" Most days when. He was a big docile thing who was into cross dressing and tights. We met up a few times in a supermarket car park late at night and wore various wigs as we kissed sensually for an hour or two. He often arrived in a tight black Bodycon dress and shiny suntan pantyhose, which enhanced his thick milk chocolate legs. Sometimes we’d stand outside the car, my hands smoothing his ass through tight form fitting dress as we slowly, sensually kissed. I smiled when I let Cliff in and told him to go into. The other women were screaming out to the two of them to fuck me well, "bite his cock, suck his balls, fuck his arse, harder, faster", I was gone, totally. I was led around the circle twice more, two more lots of fantastic sexual abuse. Then Matron knelt in front of me, took my cock into her mouth, slid her hands behind me, pushed a finger of each hand into my arse and started to finger fuck my arse, her fingers were making me push my cock forward, forcing it into her mouth and down her. But then I grinned and said, “Now you’re sounding like the Eric I used to know.”Eric’s attention was diverted to the other side of the room, and as I looked over and saw the Brady twins standing there, Eric said, “Man, they sure are early this morning. Well, see ya later, alligator.”“After while, cock-a-dile,” I said, giving his already stone-hard monster cock a telepathic squeeze as he got up to join them for his daily fuck.For a moment, I sensed something different about the way the Brady.