A strange feeling seized me; this ostentatious and flamboyant woman had locked the door and approached me saying: "Now, this is your chance, young boy... you don't fuck around, please. You’re about to learn what’s a real woman look like, for the first time." This lady climbed on the bed and locked one of her knees on my neck, keeping me motionless. I didn’t know what to do to cope with this, survive or get loose. She said: “Now, fuck me!! Wanna feel pleasure.” She gave me commands and at the. The day had been stressful, as all first days are, and I really DID need to talk to somebody.In fact, I have always turned to strong men when I am feeling vulnerable. Yes, it is probably a “daddy” thing. My daddy was always “there” for me no matter what.I know what you’re thinking and I want to assure you that I’m not THAT naive. Even back then I knew that there are no other daddies in your life except the one you were born with. The rest are just predatory males. Alex conclusively proved that. They'll think you're gorgeous. Don't you trustme?" Of course I trust you, Janie. You've been nice to me. I just don't wantto perform." You get to wear an evening gown. You get to flirt with the judges." That's not a good thing, Janie." You get to pick your own songs. Single Ladies. Push It. Whatever youwant." Janie, I can't do it. I just can't." You can be a judge, then. You'd be like RuPaul, orchestrating the show.Just think about it, okay? You don't want anyone else to do it." Who else would. I arched my back, trying to ease the pressure as she pulled. Seconds later, I heard a yelp in a mixture of pleasure and pain. Kristi was doing something to Mystery woman, I just couldn’t see what. I could hear their bodies flop around, with an occasional grunt and groan. My mind raced with visuals of what they might be doing. I wanted desperately to get a hand on my cock so I could relieve the pain and pressure but it was useless. I had given up trying to get free or knock the mask off my face.