They didn't joke around when they told me it would be aggressive.I still remember how they welcomed me. There was a skinny and a more bulky black guy....They were both packing huge blacks cocks. As soon as I had entered the appartment, the skinny black guy started to feel my package and ass. "That faggot has a small dick and he wants to know what's a real man" said the skinny black guy.The larger black guys started to feel me too. "Oh what do we have here! This sissy wears panties" as he felt my. I motioned him to come in, which he did. I watched hungrily as he he lowered his pants and underwear. He was white with an average sized cock which I took in my mouth and started sucking him as he got hard with my lips stroking his length. I felt like a pure fag as I serviced these two hot cocks while my wife was waiting at home. The black guy behind me was really fucking me hard now as I sucked on the new cock. I could tell they were both getting ready to cum by their increased thrusting and. Over the next few weeks we became inseparable. I wasn’t a really pretty girl, but I felt beautiful around her. That in itself amazed me, because I usually felt uncomfortable around beautiful girls. I had more of a Plain Jane hippie chick look going on, with my cut off shorts and tank top; complete with love beads and pony tails.Being with her made me feel like I was a better person. I was fun, funny, smart and cool when she was around.She was my best friend and my first crush.Our afternoons. I went to a quietpark, stripped off my clothes and makeup but left on my undies, Icould not help but masturbate in the back of my car until I gushed hotcum all over my fingers which I quickly slurped into my mouth. Idressed in my male clothes leaving on my undies as instructed and wenthome.The two days passed quickly and I soon found myself ringing the bellat the private clinic, which to be honest was a large Victorian house.I was dressed in corset and nude stockings again but not with.