The hand moved to my thigh and the man behind me whispered, “Oh my! Sussies! You are a bit of a tart, aren’t you Missy?” The warm hand on my ba...e thigh was making me wet. I stammered, “It’s not what you think!” but I still didn’t try to brush his hand away. “And what do I think?” he said softly. “That I’m…..um….loose!” His hand slid upward again, coming to rest at the junction of my thighs. With an evil grin, he said, “I’m thinking just the opposite! I bet you’re tight, actually.” He. " Well for somebody who isn't gay you certainly seem to like the feel ofa mouthful of cock, and the taste of his cum."She giggled. "You liked Stephies little cock, wouldn't you like to trya real one... A mans one instead of the teeny weeny little thingStephie has between her legs."I was a little taken aback, Stephies was almost as big as me, shecertainly wasn't tiny.As I prepared for work in the morning Mia commanded. "Tonight I wantNathalie fully dressed and waiting when I get home."Work was. —————————— Ivory also had to adjust to unwelcome change. Although she missed Glade terribly, she was kept too occupied during the day to fall victim to depression. At night she was distracted by Ptarmigan’s relatively innocuous fondling. Although she’d expected Glade and the chief to be away for more than a couple of days, it was now a quarter the way through the moon’s cycle and the expedition had still not returned. With most senior tribesmen accompanying Chief Cave Lion, Ivory felt. Anyway, Giles put this down solely to the disorientating effects of thechange and got up, suppressing in so doing the urge to masturbate aboutthe dream he had had about sucking Ralph's cock.After showering, Giles dressed in a track suit Portia had brought overbut put on the black stiletto heels again - aside from the fact that theywere lovely shoes (Giles noticed he found them sexy in a new way), Gilesknew he needed as much practice as possible in them - and fixed himself afull English.