Richard simply did not feel like answering this question. He was really humiliated as he looked on the floor, wanting it to split and he be swallowed ...eep inside, just like he had swallowed the man and sucked out his man cream only minutes ago. Frank repeated his question once again and Richard protested that he was not a faggot.“Bull Shit”. Laughed Frank. “You are not a faggot, give me a break. I watched you sucking the man and him splashing it all over you. If you still say, you are not a. "I'm sorry I can't buy it for you, darling!" I called across to Lori."You won't have to pay for it", replied Duke, "there's always a deal to be done. We can find a way". To others at the table, it probably sounded like a joust between businessmen. To me it was a lance to my heart. I knew what he meant and wanted. By now, I was hoping Lori would too.Gail leaned over to me."Don't worry, he never asks for too much at first", reassured Gail, "maybe her panties, or to feel her under the table, or. Wewere also pouring regular mixed drinks, wine and beer, although thelatter was really for the men as the party closed.The hall was beginning to fill up, and the spectacle was amazing to mewith my limited experience in the past, always being seen as a man.Now, accepted as a woman, everything had changed. I was no longer onthe outside looking in. As women began to interact more, theconversations multiplied, as did the noise, and soon, I could hardlymake myself understood as I explained to an. In my room with only those satin and lace panties I explored my sock drawer for some lace top thigh high hose I often wore for excitement. They were silky black stocking with a crosshatch pattern up until the 5" lace silicone stay tops. They were long enough that I could pull them all they way to the tops of my legs like next to my balls and against my ass cheeks on the bottom. I wished I had them in white to match the rest of the lingerie. Then came the bra. I hooked it in front and spun it.