.I noticed that when the men would talk aboutstroking my pretty hair or sitting me on their laps I would getespecially aroused in my panties. I tried ...o ignore it. I tried toignore that it was starting to give me a feeling of satisfaction whenthey would pat me on the head and tell me I was a good little cumwhore.My final chat of the evening was like that:Mrsir: hi pretty girlMegan: haiMrsir: sits you on his lapMrsir: plays with your hair. Stroking it. Whispers in your ear 'haveyou been a good. To stroke him and feel how hot and hard you made him. It was like in a cartoon when one part of the character's nature stands on her shoulder telling her to do what she wants to do, and another part, on the other shoulder, tells her to hesitate. You hesitated, and she - playing the role of your 'naughty side,' I guess you could call it - took your hand and knelt with you in front of Phil. She took your fingers and, with her hands, wrapped your fingers around Phil's dick. And then Anne put her. "Well hello girls." I hear Rick say as I look at them bothsmiling at us but staring at my long smooth legs and the extremelygirly hairstyle I have now. "I was going to ask Rob if you wanted totake the dogs for a walk or I guess I should call you Robbie or Robindressed like that. I hear Sandy start giggling."Hahahaha you're just a freaking riot Rick." I see Sandy smiling as shestares at my long smooth legs going up to the white little mini skirt Iam wearing. "No I'm just going to get changed and. Everyone I had ever known was there, be it a close friend, a distant relative or a passing acquaintance. For a few blissful hours, I forgot all about the pitiful state of my life. I caught up with old friends, I drank far more than I should have, and I ate copious amounts of birthday cake. It was the best birthday of my entire life. But the fun was only just beginning. After the final guests had left, my daughters stayed behind to help me clean. I assured them I could handle it, but they.