We hear you are some special whore.'' Said one of the two guys. I lifted my dress up and showed my bulge on my croutch.''Oh so you are a little man bi...ch, want to suck some real dick?'' I started to feel their dicks. I went down in squat position with my dick out, and I started to suck their dicks. They were long, light chocolate, dicks. I swallowed their big loads. They left, but I wasn't the last time I saw them. At 12 AM, Mike came back with 3 other guys for my ''lunch''. They bought a piece. .Phir ekaek babli didi ne mujhe apni taraf khicha or mere lips ko kiss karne lagi…mere lips par thook lage hue the jise wo chat gay…phir unhone mujhe bed pe lita diya or kaha …mere jaan ab mere bari hai….muhe bhi to apne bahi ko pyar karne do….manish…haan didi…bachpan se apne hi to pyar kiya hai or is kabil banaya hai ki main ab kisi ko bhi chod kar khus kar sakata hoon…Babli didi…haan mere bhai .ab main tumhe or expert kar dungi…Phir babli didi ne mera t-shirt or jeans nikal di or main ab sirf. Considering everything it represents to manhood, I’d imagine it could ultimately be used to influence the feminization and sissification of even the strongest male. Oh dear! Remember the self-confident, virile, young, up-and-coming business executive, with the trophy wife, you were, or were pretending to be, on your wedding day? Look at you now! An emasculated, sissy faggot locked in chastity, made up like a pretty girl, dressed in stockings,and high heels and panties, prostrate. I could tell Stacey had taken her clothes off as I could see her step into the first suit to try on.You could tell she had it on and was looking in the mirror by the way her feet turned and twisted. Eventually she peeked out to get my opinion and as always I would tell her they look great before trying on another one.When she pulled the curtain shut she somehow managed to leave it open couple of inches. Now I had a front row seat as I watched my wife bend over and take off the hot pink bikini..