Words came out of my mouth in a strange tone, "And have you been subjected to any serious male attention?"Priya looked at me with some confusion. She ...ouldn't understand if there was a sense of fear in this question or if I was feeling excited while asking her this. And I guess the truth was that there was mixture of both. Somewhere in the darkest corner of my mind I had, at times, fantasized about seeing Priya with other men but I had always banished such thoughts quickly. But now the time had. .They tease me....honest!" The passive aggressive little pansy fruit, didn't like Filly's line ofquestioning. I was almost impressed though. Because our made overlovely, beet top girly one was having cold feet. But reluctantly, ourtotally subdued cross-dresser comes out in surrender. "I'll do anything to keep you! You know I'd do anything, right?" 'She'begins to beg. With much wider red lips in evidence, smacking in sweet'blow job' pout. "I'm sure you will, pet darling." Filly answers alittle. My mind kept drifting to the possibilities that awaited me at the dinner later that night. Gabrielle had tortured me enough and I had taken all of her teasing without complaining, so I figured it was about time I got some kind of reward, but she had been so cryptic. She hadn’t even hinted at the dinner until the very last minute before she drove off.Later that evening, I laid out my outfit on my king sized bed, and then slinked into the shower to prepare myself for the great night ahead. First. “Let us begin then. Dorry, you observe. Morgana, you and I will form the weave and John, you get ready for the trigger event,” Simone ordered.The weave that Simone and Morgana formed was both subtle and compelling as it slowly stripped away the layers Peter had used to protect himself. Layers that I (and Morgana) hadn’t even suspected existed. Finally I began to see some mental agitation and Simone and Morgana fixed their attention on this, causing Peter to become distressed in the waking dream.