Didn’t anybody tell you? Quick, we don’t have any time to waste.” said Ramesh.“Yes. I know, but I can’t come.” said Rajesh, “Because Pr�...�”“NO!…” shouted Ramesh, “You should never turn down an invite to a bachelor party. To make any B Party a success you need 3 B’s; Beat, Booze and Boobs. I know you don’t care for the other two but for sure you like get wasted drinking alcohol. Shhh!” whispered Ramesh.He was talking as if he took a few pegs of alcohol before coming to invite Rajesh for the party,. Mom was wearing a pair of black pants smeared with sculpting stuff and a white blouse similiarly streaked with clay. That, however, wasn't where my attention was drawn. The blouse was unbuttoned way down, so far that Mom's breasts threatened to spill out every time she lifted her hand to put a carrot in her mouth. She smiled when she saw where I was looking. "I checked them this morning. They're A-OK," her smile widened.I was surprised that my face didn't go red. I mumbled, "Ok."Amazing. I had. " With that she left the room closing the door on herway out.I went and sat on the bed. Great one Johnny, what are you going to donow. I thought to myself. You've been kidnapped by a psycho hooker whowants to turn you into a two bit whore too. If it wasn't for bad luckyou'd have no luck at all. I sat there for a while feeling sorry formyself. Fuck it. You've got to do something. I tried attacking thelocked shoes but without any tools of any kind they were not coming off.So I stumbled and. I would dress (under my man clothes) in satin panties and white hold up stockings . As the match came to an end, I would return home and dress as a sissy schoolgirl.When the match was over, they would make an excuse to their wives and meet up with me.Dressed from head to toe in Satin, silky stockings and by sissy bum lubed up, I would await there knock at my door.When they arrived I could smell there hot sweaty bodies, It turned me on.They got straight down to business. Both of the grabbed me.