I could still hear Tony’s words echoing in my mind. Was he right? Had these clothes really changed me that much? My real self surely would not care ...f he talked to me like that. The thoughts made me even more confused, and I began to sob again. My life was a mess. I desperately wanted to be like one of those happy girls walking home under their boyfriend’s arm, but I was a boy. It was only some stupid clothes. Though a boy would never prance around and act as stupid as this. Did that mean I was. “Are you sure?”“Not tonight honey.”“I do it for you.”“I know.”Norman turned away from Audrey shutting her off withsilence. Deeply wounded, he pretended to sleep to hidethe hurt, biding his time until he could find out whatwas wrong. A woman was no different than a finely tunedBMW. If it started backfiring, you shut it down to cutthe damages until you could fix the problem. Audrey hadnever refused a double bang. Audrey had problems. Normanwould be. But no, how wrong I was!Standing behind Jennifer I could see him fiddling with the tie of her dress and ever so slowly he undid the ribbon and then whilst still nibbling her neck he gently brushed the straps clear of her shoulders and the dress slowly slipped off her and pooled at her heels. My god she looked fabulous. Standing there in nothing but thong panties, five inch strappy sandals with red painted finger and toe nails and her brunette hair cascading around her sexy neck.I noticed Brett. I felt like a little boy, being hand spanked over her lap like this. Miss Jones also rubbed her hands all over my butt, my back, my legs, and all over me. I didn't know what to expect, a spank on my bottom or a nice feel of her hands on me. She even sort of tickled me under my armpits and between my legs. This just made my cock feel harder between her strong thighs. I began to move about a bit because of her teasing me. "Hold still, or your hand spanking will last a lot longer." Then Miss.