The only difference was that the cock sticking out of Karolyn’s pants was a little shorter and a little thicker than hers.Diana had to stifle a laug.... How did she come to this? She and her best friend dressed like men and wearing strap-ons, about to complete the humiliation and blackmail of a total stranger chosen only for his amenable nature and money? Why was she enjoying this so much? She flashed back on her life with men so far, thinking how fate had prepared her for this. The first. This feeling of being emasculated was enhanced bywhat Sarah had done to my trousers and was doing to my wardrobe..I felt powerless.It was like I was being fucked.I couldn't do anything about it.I had no will of my own and had become a spectator of my own life. Itwas no longer about what I was doing, but what was being done to me.These are classic symptoms of depression or the blues.As I sat there waiting for the kettle to boil, Sarah came into thekitchen."John, you know that when you dress as. At the height of climax, my pussy walls clenched the two fingers that I jabbed deeply inside and I shuddered uncontrollably. As I came down from my orgasm, I quickly drifted off to sleep. When I woke in the morning I not surprisingly had a throbbing hangover, but I thought about my wanton show of exhibitionism. I was surprised at how aroused it made me, and I didn't feel any regrets. In the afternoon, my hangover forced me back to bed where I again became aroused at the thought of my display. I asked her to hop in and start driving.As we drove to our destination I started chit chat with events that happened on evening a day before. I told her in the heat of moment I forget that you are not only an intern but also my cousin’s cousin. She said sorry for messing up the presentation. We reached our destination which was a Mall in Vasant Kunj. She asked “what we are doing here”?… I replied “We are here to watch a movie followed by a dinner. This is my way of making up to you for all the.