When he started moving it, lightly stroking my thigh, I felt light headed and weak. Then he moved to his knees in front of me.With both hands now on m... thighs, moving them back and forth, Matt looked up at me. His touch felt so good, so natural, I opened my legs for him in approval, letting him move in closer to me. Matt pulled off his shirt and took my hands, placing them on his bare chest. I had never touched another man, but found that his muscular pecks and hard nipples felt wonderful under. ..''Not far from me at all,' he said, his cock beginning to stiffen again. 'Trust me, it won't be any trouble.'Mary-Jane had no qualms about leaving the club without Pammie; she knew her friend too well to suffer any serious pangs of conscience. Surely Pammie would have encouraged her to accept the chivalry of such a well-mannered and good-looking gentleman. She wove her way unsteadily through the party crowd, but it was only when she stepped out into the cool of the night, that her alcohol. She then asked me to slowly remove my brief underwear. When my cock popped out, she moved closer and took me in her mouth, slowly sucking on me. She would suck the head a bit, lick underneath and then take me fully into her mouth. She grabbed my ass and moved me in and out of her mouth, moaning and wanting more. She stood up, grabbed her clothes and told me to follow her up the stairs to her bed. I grabbed my clothes and we went to her bedroom. She sat on the edge of the bed and called my boss. . that won't go over well at work!"Um, Melinda," I reply quickly."No, not whorish enough. Not porn star enough."I feel the razor pull out a few hairs.I throw out a few more names, begging you to stop, but finally we justsettle on the name Whore.It suits my look best, I am told.Done with the makeover, I am released from the chair. The earrings, of course, stay on and I am dressed in thigh-highs, bra and panties, all inblack.The handcuffs are then put on again, locking my wrists in front of me.I.