He reached down and pulled my briefs, exposing my tiny but hard sissy cock.“How does it taste?” he said, roughly rubbing my crotch, squeezing my b...lls and manhandling my cockhead.“Uff,” was all I could manage with his underwear in my mouth.He giggled and ran his tongue around my nipples, wetting them, nibbling on my chest, and fingering my navel. My sissy cock throbbed. He went down, a row of wet squelchy kisses down my front until he reached my shaft. He didn’t take it in his mouth. I must admit that I liked the attention and some of the suggestive comments some made.There was one old guy called John who I had visited a few times as he had quite a bad case of the flu.He would compliment me on how I looked and would say he was pleased he was ill because he could feast his eyes in a “sexy young piece!”Like all women, I liked the attention and used to make sure that my uniform was really tight when I visited him.I’d squeezed into a size 8, fuck it was tight, but I wanted to. She cleared her throat and started telling me that her first sexual encounter had been with her father. I was stunned and had no idea what to say.She went on to relate that he had taken her cherry on her 13th birthday - in fact, throughout that weekend he took all 3 of her cherries. She then told me that they had been lovers ever since. He asked me if I was alright with that and I sort of stammered that I didn't mind at all if that is what they both wanted. She told me he had also taken his. More men were dancing with the four remaining women. I watched them and danced like they were doing.The woman I was dancing with smiled. Ah, the smile, no matter where you are from, the smile means the same. In Tagalog, I asked my partner her name. She just shrugged her shoulders like she didn't understand, and continued to dance. More women entered the hut and danced with the men. The chief stood up and came toward me. He tapped me on the top of my head and he did the same to my dancing.