I felt him raise his hand, and I took a deep breath, bracing myself. A minute passed, and I let my guard down, wondering why he hadnt started. That wa... when his hand came down, hard. Count them out. If you skip a number, well start over, he instructed, and whispered, one. Two!….Three!…Four!…Five!… I counted along. The fifth hurt the most, and of course I fucked up, seven! The spankings stopped, and I was pulled up by my hair to face my previously sweet sensitive boyfriend. You skipped one. If. I knew then, that this guy was totally on the job!Thomas saw me looking at the dancers. In a very gallant manner he stood and asked me if I cared to dance. What female in her right mind wouldn't love to be in the arms of this amazing specimen of the masculine gender? I nodded and then took his offered hand as I stood. It was a good thing, too. My knees were so wobbly that I could hardly walk."What the hell is going on?" I asked myself.I had never felt like this in my entire life. It scared me,. Don"t be scared. I am here and will not let anything hurt you. This is going to make me very happy and excited. You want to please me don"t you? It"s going to feel fabulous. Haven"t you ever wondered what it might be like to be a girl and be taken? This is your chance sweet Peter. Please, do this for me. I promise you will enjoy it and if you don"t we can stop." I coaxed him.Peter, dressed in white lace and lipstick, reluctantly got into bed with Lamar and gave him a long hug on my instruction.. ... so very excited and my cock is about to explode. I take it in my hand and start stroking it slowly, with my other hand stroking over my body. I'm stroking over my strong chest, my flat belly, my butt and finally my balls. I increase the speed of my movement following the excitement I feel inside. I get out of the shower walking in front of the large mirror I have in my bathroom. I love watching myself in a mirror when I masturbate. After some more minutes of stroking myself, I reach climax.