Tracy was the more wholesome-looking girl in her cheer outfit, the blue, sleeveless top had a diagonal slash of silver across it, the material hugging...her round breasts. Her skirt was a mix of blue and silver pleats, her thighs peeking out lithe beneath. Lacy wore her hair in a pixyish bob and had a sapphire nose stud that gave her a wild look. She wore jeans with a few “tears” and a belly shirt that showed off her midriff.“Well, well, well,” I said, staring at Tracy. “I'm curious what a. ”I turned slowly. My right knee almost buckled with the first step. I knew I was in trouble, but I was so turned on by everything. I took hold of the wooden hair brush on the dresser. It was cold and solid with a flat wide back. I walked back and fearfully handed it to my wife, my throbbing dick still standing at the ready.“Over my knee,” she said, smoothing her dress.I was anxious and my breathing was heavy. I lowered myself over her. My hands reached down to the floor while my toes almost. Well, narrower, more Japanese -in fact, entirely Japanese. My nose is smaller and curved, my mouth smallbut my lips fuller. The entire shape of my face has altered and has not atrace of facial hair. The stranger's eyes, deep and dark, hold mine andgive me the most alien feeling I've ever had. She's beautiful - I'm -well, you know what I mean. I feel the urge to push out my rear, and doso as I feel the flesh pulsing, filling out. I feel it growing out behindme, and use the mirror to try and see.. Unquestioningly I began to take off his suit and trousers and eventually I finally removed his silk boxer shorts so that he stood equally nude in front of me. The girls, fuelled by drink and contempt, urged him to abuse me. He needed little encouragement."Get me hard, Bitch. You know how I like it."My mouth found the safe familiarity of his penis and gulped it in, my face burning with shame at so eagerly sucking him in front of my wife and her friends and, as usual, getting an erection about it.