I nodded of course, my manhood stretched to its limit. A mischievous smile emerged across her bright red lips. ‘I’ll strip for you if you strip fo... me,’ she enthused. I wasn’t ready for that, but it seemed a fair deal, off came my shirt, shoes and socks and I went to unbuckle my denims when her fingers met mine and she helped me unfasten it. She slid the leather belt from the loops around my waist and stepped back playing with it. I stood up and took my pants and underpants off feeling. She having no trouble with her quick thoughts and clear head told mewhile we are in public it would be nice to use the names associated withour new bodies. And even thogh I was still in a state of arousal Icomprehended and could see this to be a good idea.We went in and the Hostess asked if she could check my coat? "Sure," Iagreed and slide out of it as Ed assisted from behind. We were seatedand then it hit me. I was at the mercy of Lisa's body, it had to go! Andafter excusing myself I. Shewould probably laugh about it.And I could win that way. By being a girl, I could definitely win. Once Imade that decision, it was almost easy. I was with a bunch of macho muscleheads who kept trying to beat each other up. It was a violent Games thatyear. I just let them duke it out. They didn't mess with me. They almosttreated me like a girl, figuring I'd at some point welcome giving up mymanhood. And once someone was strapped down into a submission chair, I'dstroll in all dressed up and. Two tall and powerful blondes -clearly former athletes- greeted Daryl and bookended him inside the alcove opposite the table from Dominique, a shapely 40-something English woman with a proper accent and black silk and leather bustier outfit that displayed her generous bosom and tight legs with a flawless porcelain white skin tone. Dominique had pouty red lips perfect for nibbling a man's ear, her black hair pulled back in a tight ponytail and her feet clicked in classic black heels. Her eyes.