So, i am all dressed up in some sort of slutty attire and i go online and watch hypno videos or generally anything that gets me so hot and horny i mak... myself do depraved things picturing my dominant abuser forcing me to be a big slut.typical night i guess :pHowever last week was different. i needed attention. i craved to be stared at by a horny man (maybe even a curious woman). So i dressed up in some black lingerie, fishnet stockings, plad and black short skirt and a tight red haltertop.. He notedhow fortuitous that no one had chanced upon them during his time servingthe guys. But in reality, most athletes didn't need to use a locker roomduring the meet.Getting dressed, Tanner felt more comfortable in these clothes than hehad in the slutty outfits and costumes he previously was forced to wear.Looking in the mirror, he saw a pretty young woman staring back at him.There was no side of his male self looking back at him. He had chosen apink lip gloss for today, it seemed more. A full 8 inches, thick as a wrestler's wrist with engorged veins running along its dark, rock-hard length. The head was the size of a big purplish plum, the ridge around it was quite thick and well-shaped. His balls were hairless and unbelievably huge, they could not fit them in my palm. I sucked and sucked till he was all wet and slippery. My only complaint was I could not deep-throat, it was impossible to take this big head as it jammed my esophagus.As we needed more space to move, we got out. I asked my wife who was serving the drinks if no husbands where allowed? She said that Mattie ( the hostess ) had hired a couple of guys to tend bar. The day of the party I sat on the bed and talked with my wife while she was getting ready. She had gone and had her roots touched up that morning and now her blonde hair was totally beautiful. She had gotten it trimmed and now she had bangs that came right above her eyebrows. And it was just to her shoulders and perfectly straight. Her blue eyes.