I was sitting further away from the fire with Matt. Joe was up closer with a few other boys, toasting marshmallows. Typical boys, we were talking abou... sex. Sam, the youngest boy, only 15, was telling us how he’d never boned a chick.“Man, when you first get your cock in there, it’ll feel fucked,” Joe was saying. “No matter how tight she is, you probably won’t even feel anything. You have to work your cock off to get it feeling any good.”“Says the bloke who doesn’t have any skin on his cock to. "Get up and suck my cock, bitch!" he demanded. When she didn't get up, he kicked her in the ribs.Rebecca cried out.Thirty-one year old Ian left the office a few minutes after Rebecca did. He was the lone man in the six person accounting department that Rebecca also worked in. He was a quiet, timid man. The gals had long given up trying to have conversations with him. The most the girls ever said to him now was "Good morning". Rebecca and her coworkers could easily go a week without him saying a. Hold-up stockings and tights were only worn where there wasno option.Stockings were next, fully fashioned and tan in colour. They werebeautiful, obviously not from a supermarket, more like from an exclusiveladies' wear shop.I was given a long sheer white peignoir to put on. Again, anothergorgeous garment. I was beginning to realise all the things I had missedin my dressing sessions in the past. I just never thought of things likegirdles, peignoirs and the like in the past. Maria never wore. Sing a song.Sing out loud, sing out strongSing of good things, not bad.Sing of happy, not sadSing. Sing a song.Make it simple tolast your whole life long.Don’t worry thatit´s not good enoughFor anyone else to hear.Just sing.Sing a song(They broke into two parts)La La La La LaLa La La La LaLa La La La La La(All together they sang)Sing. Sing a song.Let the world.Sing out loud.Sing of love there, could be.Sing for you and for meSing a song.Make it simple tolast your whole life long.Don´t worry.