I loved the feeling of being so exposed, so open to sex. My hips began to slowly squirm and grind, begging for attention. I felt hands on me. “Nice...ass” said a soft, mellow voice. The hands began caressing my butt cheeks. I dropped my hand away from my clit and just kneeled there, squirming and enjoying a stranger’s hands. “Juicy pussy.” The voice commented. I felt fingers sliding over my cunt, gently slipping inside. “Ooooh.... so hot.” She said. The fingers slipped in deeper. spreading my. 'Lick boy.'I lick his shorts over his cock. There is a wet spot at the end of his cock and I press my lips to it and lick.'That's a good little faggot. Suck my piss and precum out of my shorts you nasty little fucker.'I do it and can taste the piss and cum, it's so nasty but I can't stop myself from wanting to do it.'OK faggot, take it out.'I pull his shorts down and his cock flops out right in front of my face.'Kiss it, polish the head faggot.'I kiss the head and lick around it and then try. Terry actually called me. He saw the message first.He's going back to Mendoza on Thursday, the day after me. I calledLance. Of course he still lives there."That figured. Lance's family had owned half of Mendoza when we all livedthere. Now since his parents managed to drink themselves to death, hewas in charge of the family business. From what little I had heard frompeople I still knew in Mendoza, Lance was carrying on the familytradition of boozing himself into an early grave.Steve and I talked. ....THREEThe next few days were a blur. I readied myself as best I could from afeminine point of view, becoming more and more anxious about what washappening. Meanwhile, my work peers in store were preparing for a suddenand unexpected change in team hierachy and gender at the busiest time ofour year.Once Claire, our store manager, had come to terms with what washappening, in consultation with myself, Lyn, Abbie and Racheal, our stockmanager, she called an emergency staff meeting.That evening,.