She dropped me some messages, we exchanged numbers, she gave me her address of a familiar street I know. It's the last house on the left, can't miss i.... I walk in and her relatives leave for a night out. We sit down, have some wine, we're both single, both adults.. Then the conversation stopped, she said she was going upstairs and I was worried we only had about 3 hours before her parents got back. Suddenly, I see her sexy feet creak the stairs and I see a blue skirt. It's familiar because. The act of preparation, the douching and initial lubing, knowing I'm going be taking a real man cock inside me builds on the sexual emotion and makes me feel so submissive and feminine.laying there in my nighty and panties and assuming the position he desires, normally face down, pussy up, legs together, wiggling my bottom and submitting and offering myself to him is such a sissy/feminine feeling.Sometimes he has me on my back legs spread wide so he can put them over his shoulders looking me. "Susan hemmed and hawed, but finally ducked into the house (it was spotlessly clean and tidy), to the bathroom, and put the revealing dress on, and as usual was not wearing panties or bra. Her pussy was throbbing and she knew she was soaked. It took considerable willpower not to finger herself.She went back outside, shading her eyes against the harsh sun as the five or six black men smiled, made hand gestures to each other, and spoke in thick and unintelligble accents as she made a few turns. “No”, he said “I’ve tried everything, I think she’s just not interested in getting creative”.That was my chance to ask the million dollar question, “What is it that you would have her to do if she was willing to do anything you wanted?” I asked. “Well on the simple side, I haven’t had a blow job in five years and I’ve never done anal, that’s something I’ve always wanted. On the fantasy side, like many guys, I’ve always wanted to do two girls at once.” “I’m sure there’s a way for you to get her.