As usual when I went to the unisex toilet for a pee a “female” came in who I expected to squat next to me and relieve her bladder, but instead she...went to a cubicle. She struck me as being very pretty so I took my time washing my hands and rinsing my face till she came out if the cubicle and stood next to me washing her delicate hands. I proceeded to chat her up and was only mildly surprised when “she” answered in a voice lower than mine. “Do you mean you,re actually a man dressed as a woman?”. She opened the door to the bathroom and immediately grabbed at my still naked body. She scratched and pulled until she’d gotten hold of my hair and in one move flipped me around. She punched me in my arms speaking to me as if I was a child being punished.“You want to be bad? I’ll show you bad.” She stopped punching me and grabbed my arms, securing them so I couldn’t fight back. She pulled me over to the bathtub and forced me over the side.“I think you deserve a spanking, you little slut.”She. But for John, we would pull out all the stops. Decorating the house was a celebration on its own. Under critical supervision of Tsegay and Conjit, I put up the flags, serpentines and balloons – the balloons reminded me of the day that Tsegay came home with one long-stretched balloon in her hands, which almost gave Nardos a heart-attack, and Tsegay a sound beating. Tsegay had found a condom on the street… The celebration itself was a success – it was on a Saturday, of course my parents and. Second, all three of you have to get naked. I wanna look at your bodies and see your erections. Then I'll take my clothes off and masturbate while you watch. But there's no touching, see? If you think you're going to have sex with me, forget it. And you can't touch yourselves either. And if you think you're gonna take pictures and post them on MySpace the minute you get home, you can forget that too." Whaddya mean we can't touch ourselves?" I mean, you can't touch your dicks. No jerking off for.