I put it on. Thiswas the first time I had ever worn anything like a skirt. Now I foundmyself asking myself am I a woman in a man's body or a man in ... woman'sbody? A man wearing a half slip? Ridiculous! I can't think of theshadow of my body as a man. It looks like the sign on a ladies toiletnot the sign on a man's toilet. Only women look like this.Susan told me to take it off again as it would not look right under mywork clothes and she passed me a black silk nightie and said it was. And the small talk went on like that. I think they were as nervous as we were, it being their first time as well. Bobbi arrived back at our table and sat down with this gleam in her eye. She slowly looked around like Curly before a prank, then slipped under the table. In the dimly lit restaurant I don't think anyone noticed. Except Enzo. He won't come back until I call him, but he doesn't have any flies on him either. I felt a hand on my crotch. I don't mean to, but I gently jutted my pelvis. I dutifully complied, and sat downfacing the bed. I even placed one upturned hand into the other and restedthem on my lap on top of my petticoats, a definite sissy pose which didnot go unnoticed, "How sweet" they both said at the same time. Sarahgrabbed a load of stuff off the dressing table, sat down on the bedfacing me. and proceeded to rub various creams and lotions into my face,wiping some off with little round soft cloths, and then covered my wholeface and neck with flesh coloured. The mixed scent of her hair and oil was so erotic. I started to pour warmed herbal oil on her body starting with her lower back. I passionately started giving massage to her, giving proper care to the painful areas. I was caressing her body with oil from head to her toes, completely drenching her in oil. I then put a cushion under her belly, kept her legs apart so her vagina and anus are easily accessible for me. I poured a lot more of oil on her private parts, gently caressing with my hands. I.