Sitting on the sofa across from you I quietly debate what to do; I’ve was told before hand that unless I initiate contact nothing will be happening ...onight or any night until I step up. So here I sit wondering if you’ll break or if it really is up to me. It’s a stupid thing to think of course, I know your not going to crack before I do. Deciding that is really is up to me I wait until you leave the room for a minute and push the table away, testing to make sure I can kneel between it and the. The following day when he went to breakfast he found his jeans and shirtwashed and ironed. Alongside there was a package containing, he presumed,the borrowed items. He had kept the panties back and rinsed them throughhimself. There was a note on the package from his mother who had gone towork earlier. 'If you need to talk....''Brilliant, my Mother thinks I'm a crossdresser now.' He brushed away thethought.The day at work went well. Jane and Emily were still wearing similarclothes to yesterday,. I could feel his finger inside me, pressing against the front wall of my pussy, occasionally joined by a second one. When he did that and started with a scissor movement inside, stretching me he caused tiny shudders which I didn't realise at the time were the beginnings of my first ever orgasm.He stayed there patiently working my almost virginal pussy into a wet throbbing mess. It felt like I had no control over my body my hips bucking and thrusting my soaking gash into his face. He was loving. I was beginning to suspect that I was bi and that it was only my repressed upbringing that was stopping me experimenting. I was beginning to like the idea of losing my inhibitions and becoming like the others.This was accepted and we decided to carry out the experiment the next day. It was fairly quiet when it came to the lab tests so the plan was that I would take the dose and then take the afternoon off with the expectation that I was going to join the rest of them in being a sex mad tart.I.