By the time I reached the centre of the roomyou would have thought a party had been raging for hours. Scantily clad girlsdanced seductively all around...the room. Abdul gestured for me to sit betweenhim and Abid. I couldn't understand what was wrong with me; just a short timeago I had experienced one of the most violent orgasms of my life yet all Icould think about was my pussy as it begged for attention. I could feel ittwitching with anticipation as I moved closer to them. I couldn't remembera. "I thought you weren't allthat fond of this," I said, spreading my arms and looking down at myfemininely clad body. When I saw myself, I almost gagged, becausewithout thinking about it, my legs had come together and shiftedthemselves to my right, and my left ankle had wrapped itself around theright. *Do I do that when I'm dressed as a guy?* I wondered. But Icouldn't dwell on it because Rebecca was answering my questions. "I wasn't; it's your thing. It doesn't really do anything for me. But. Even when I disagreed with her, I had to admire the cogency of her arguments.It was strange not having to carry anything to our room - the chauffeur took care of that, but I thought I could get used to it.We changed clothes for dinner, and I discovered that Patricia had reservations at a small local Italian place. I suppose the food was good. The service must have been excellent, because I hardly noticed the waiters. By the time we got back into the limo, I was sure we were in love.Patricia,. ...."White sissy bitches like you belong on your knees,” you continue, as you place your strong hands on my shoulders and apply steady pressure until I am kneeling on the floor before you and your dick is inches from my mouth."I know you want to suck on this dick," you say. "This cock turns you on. You want it in your mouth.” With that you take your cock by the base and slap it across my face. Again and again, your heavy dick smacks against my cheeks, lips, and face."You’re just a pussy boy for.