We were clearly becoming BFFs.After lunch, I followed Claire to the lingerie store, where she helped me pick out a few new items. They checked all the...right boxes: they were sexy and slutty! They made me look amazing.I then went to the spa, to make sure I was smooth all over. I got back home, had a quick bite and a glass of rosé, then jumped in the tub for a bubble bath. I was so excited, but also quite nervous. Half an hour later, I was ready! And I looked slutty: a pink thong, black leggings,. I moan quietly, and the mouth descends over me until the tip is in the throat. I resist the urge to grip my fellationist’s head, the uncertainty is exciting, swelling my glans. “Who’s sucking me?” I ask rhetorically. “How can I tell?”New sensations fill me as the unknown mouth grips in spasms, squeezing me hard between tongue and roof of mouth. A hand slips between my thighs, and rubs against my perineum. The feeling is intense, I groan, getting close, wanting to hold off. Other hands push me. When Britta finished, Carly knew it was her turn. She laid down on the edge of the bed and pulled my face down onto her. Brittany stood behind me with her weigh on my shoulders so I couldn’t resist. I knew at this point fighting was futile and I waited for Carly to finally cum. Britta took her weigh off of me and got on her knees behind me and started rubbing my ass. I knew this was going to happen and I was dreading the whole time. Britta was going to fuck my ass raw and as much as I. ”“The way it hangs,” she mused.“It’s sort of straighter than you’d expect,” I explained.“You’re not gay, are you?” she said sharply. “I thought I could tell that sort of thing…”“Because I noticed the shape of your dress?” I retorted. “It means I was admiring the way it hangs on you and the way your legs look in it. And your ass.”“And you approve?”“You look great. You look…”“What?”My mind scrambled for a compliment that was both honest and constructive, and which would help my cause.“You look.