Francie, in one of her rare adventurous moments, had decided to don a dress instead of a shirt and pants for tonight's clubbing exploits.And I knew sh... was gonna knock 'em dead.As I finished shaving, leaving the small, neatly trimmed patch of almost-red hair that made up my goatee, I paused for a second before rinsing my face. I wonder if Francie would meet someone tonight?Francie and I were the best of friends. We did just about everything together. Worked out at the gym together. Walked her. Her eyes went wide in panic as they darted to Jamie's, and then to mine. And then quite abruptly, she jerked backwards, dismounting the bed and practically sprinting out my bedroom door, nearly bowling over Sasha who only NOW was coming into my room.Having watched Peyton flee down the stairs, Sasha turned back to me while jerking a thumb back behind her. "What was THAT all about?"I shrugged at her helplessly.Meanwhile, Jamie found my erection, still exposed with my pajama pants bunched around. The feeling of the frothy material around my legs and thighs was indescribable. In another setting, I might have almost enjoyed the feeling.Then the dress was carefully slid on over the other garments. Marie buttoned up the back carefully, saying, "It's such a perfect fit." I wondered briefly how they happened to have all of these garments on hand, and how they happened to all fit me so well."Turn around and look at yourself, Missy", said Marie. "You're like a doll."I slowly turned to the. Swish, her last stroke and I was again told to stand and rub my bum. They were enjoying my discomfort and seeing my rigid member waving about as I rubbed. Sarah took the proffered cane and gave me a sharp tap on the bum to make me bend over. She stepped round behind me and parted my legs which gave them a clear view of my balls and rigid cock. Swish, swish, swish, swish, Sarah barely stopped between strokes leaving tram lines across my bum cheeks. “Stay where you are.” instructed Kate as I.