Any more than she had known him before this weekend’s kink had begun. Touche.His body remained taut in the chair, awaiting the next development in e...ents over which he had abandoned control. Sweat which had been beading commenced its trickle down the back of his neck. Another fucking hot day. He was alive with the memory of her nails on him—every touch had shuddered him to his balls—and his mind boiled with what her next move might be. Whatever game she was playing, this girl, she was intent on. He asked if he could join me. I told him of course he could...We chatted for a while; he invited my girlfriends and me to join him and his friends; but the girls declined as they had only come over to get there before going to another party. The girls left and I, not wanting to be alone, headed off with my new found friends to sit at their table.My four new friends moved and I sat among them.Soon I felt many hands on my legs, as we were having some drinksI started to feel a bit naughty so I let. "I can't see it" she complained."Neither can I!" Sonia retorted and went on laughing.She looked up at me and grabbed my face. "Are you a boy? Or a girl?" Or both" she said with disdain. "I can't make you a man. You will never be a man!". With that she got up and walked over to the fridge. I saw her wide ass swinging as she bent over to pick a soda.Unlike Sonia, Charlie was sympathetic. She hugged me, pushing my face into her huge breasts. "Its okay baby!" she comforted me."I don't mind whether. But it's the journey back home that I've found has made me want to do things I wouldn't have imagined I'd dare do for real before.I regularly fantasise about my body being on display for others' enjoyment, like being inadequately dressed in various situations; my shirt having no buttons for unexplained reasons and my big boobs swaying as I'm carrying a bag in each hand, unable to hold my shirt closed as I waddle down the street with everyone looking at me, them. Likewise my skirt is too short.