We had a great meal. Linda polished off a few margaritas and started getting frisky. She reached under the table and started playing with my balls. Sh... pulled out my dick and started giving me a handjob. I tried to maintain my composure, but it was darned hard. "I am giving him a handjob," Linda said casually, laughing as Rhonda squirmed in her seat. "Linda, you are just scandalous," Rhonda said and got up and went to the bathroom. Linda laughed "She is just faking, I know she is getting turned. Physical contact of the confrontational kind was not tolerated at all. Michael simply kept his blank stare on and looked back at her. This, somehow, just made her even angrier. Stupid! Dont even have the balls to fight back. Talk! She put her face directly into his and just stared at him. If she hadnt been such a bitch Candy would have been the wet dream of every guy in the school. Standing at five feet seven, she had wavy light chocolate hair down to her back and a pair of hazel brown eyes. My first brush with a guy came in high school. I was walking home from school in a shirt and shorts and stopped at a convenience store for some candy. When I came out, I stopped outside the store near a trash can and began to unwrap the candy so I could throw the wrapper in the trash. There was a guy in his 20's sitting up against the outside wall of the store drinking a soda. His initial touch on my calf was so light I didn't realize what it was at first. Once he began to massage my calf more. I remain convince that I would now be an owned sissy serving who ever he wished me to. A few months later (in 2015) I made contact with somebody who lived close to me. We chatted on here for a while, then he would phone me ( actually he had me phone him) and we would chat about what we both wanted from each other. We made arrangements to meet. I was to meet him and dress as he instructed. I was to shave off all my body hair. I was to wear a pair of flimsy shorts, no underwear, and a light.