I decided, however, to pop in to a bar on the way home where my friends all were. It was a night were a few of my friends who are in bands were perfor...ing. I was only going to pop in and say hi, but when I got there one band that a few of my friends are in was about to start playing. I hadn't heard them play before, so I decided I might as well stay and listen. They were amazing, and I was put in a better mood hanging around everyone, and started to perk up. One of my friends was the guitarist. “Uh Jack is there something you forgot to tell us?” Rory asked.Before I could explain the circumstances, Chloe jumped in.“He didn’t forget anything, he just lied to us the entire time we have known him.” Chloe screamed at me.I winced, I saw Dad do the same, partly from the pitch of the scream, partly from the words screamed.“Does it really matter how old I am.” I offered in faint hope.“Of course it matters, friends wouldn’t lie about something this important, and I guess we were never good. Getting it inserted wasn’t the most pleasant thing in the world – getting it out was worse. Once in, it did stay in place, damn, did it stay in place. I could wear panties when it was in (with no fear of having it slip out) or, in shorts or slacks, nothing but a gaff. I was paddled a few times, while wearing a girdle. He was the second guy to do that; the girdle makes the paddle sting more and, it is much longer lasting. The tight latex held the heat in to really roast my backside. And, like. And although I had surprisingly rapidly gotused to what I was wearing, I suddenly became hyper-aware of myclothes. The unfamiliar mix of restraint and freedom; the firm,insistent grip of my bra and suspender-belt; the pull of suspenders onstockings with every step I took; the soft, gentle support of the silkyknickers enclosing my cock and caressing my bottom; my skirt being mostnoticeable by the sensation of absence of trousers; the knowledge thatif anyone could see up my skirt, or if it was.