Keep pumping. I want to feel you." She plunged her two fingers into herself more rapidly now as the warmth grew and started to take over her body. "Te...l Me, then. Tell Me what you want, slut. I want to hear your words," I said. "I... I want your cock, Master," she groaned. I could hear the desperation and need in her voice. "No, tell Me what you want, slut." I repeated. "Oh God Master," she cried, "I want your cock in my cunt! I want you to fuck your slut. Fuck me, Master, please..." "That's. I couldn't concentrate on the conversation but found myself observing the people at the "party"! Most were couples in the 30s and 40s there were a few single men like myself and several single women. There were even a few couples in their 20s. None of the people there were "model" material, just regular folks. I had signed a non- disclosure statement and it was clear that no one was using their real names. Everyone was talking as if all was normal. Finally, the host called for our. Instead of being nervous I was totally turned on. I continued my seductive dance, removing my shirt and letting it fall to the floor. I hadn't worn a bra or panties. My breasts were in full view of everyone. I was loving this! I reached around and unzipped the zipper to my skirt. As I rocked my hips my short skirt slowly worked its way past my hips and down my legs. I was completely naked and I had their absolute total attention.I walked along the half circle of men, almost touching them, but. My muscles have increasedan appreciable amount. Not enough that you can tell from a distance, butif I flex the right ways there's more there than ever before. My fatherwas rather proud that I was on the path to Footballest just like he did.(Although you'd have a hard time seeing it these days as he's lost a lotof the enhanced muscle mass in a war with his waistline. He still thinkshe could lose the weight and get back into Footballest shape, but no onehas the heart to tell him that it gets.