I was happy with this arrangement as it fulfilled my love of crossdressing and desire for cock but after a few meetings Mr Webster informed me that he...wanted to try something else...One evening he drove me to a forest far from town and parked a half mile or so up a secluded lane in the middle of a heavily wooded area. I was feeling deliciously feminine in my schoolgirl skirt and sheer stockings, this time with a pair of black stiletto pumps. He told me to get out of the car and led me by the. He changed the type of explosive and the means of delivery from the U.S.-made explosives to the Eastern European preferred explosives and she knew that her original gut reaction to the forensic report was now confirmed. He noted a least a half-dozen locations on the structure where the explosives were made useless and put a note to indicate they were changed to scale back the force of the explosion. The only possible conclusion was that the perpetrators did not want to cause catastrophic damage. I kept my eyes on Michael and Gareth, as they hadn’t had a ‘treat’ yet. They were looking hungry. Hungry for me. I lifted my legs straight upwards and then opened them as far as I could. Then I beckoned Gareth and Michael over to me. “Hold a leg each please guys,” I said. They put down their cameras and took up position either side of me, each held a leg, keeping my gusset fully stretched, and my pussy fully open beneath it. “Stroke my inner thighs please guys, rub inside my stockings for a. There are clippers and a razor in the cabinet,” Phillip smiled and laid back on the bed.Fine, I thought and headed back to the bathroom. After a bit of snipping and lathering and shaving off my remaining pubes, I also was completely bald. It felt very, very smooth and was kinda exciting. I was fighting getting another erection so I could fit into the bikinis. After applying a bit of lotion I slipped them on. Small wasn't quite the word for them. Inadequate by most standards, my bulge was.