" It's obvious what you want baby." Oh and what's that old man?" You want to be treated like a slut, just like the girl in the movie." That's not true...," I said, knowing it was a lie."Rub your cunt slut!"The words he spoke made my pussy throb, and I did as I was told. I opened my jeans, and put my hand down to my clit, and began rubbing. He was getting so turned on watching me, and watching the woman on the television being called names, and smacked around."Take your jeans off slut."I was really. ."Well," you say, with a slight smile and a raised eyebrow, "let's see it..."By know my heart is racing so much I think it will explode. Its not every day you take your cock out in front of a strange to see. Beyond just looking at your dick, this stranger wants to see you take it in your hand and do what you do everyday - fuck yourself. But its a bit more difficult in person, in reality. I take my slowly take it out. Its not how hard it is, or hard big it is, what color or shape, its about. “What’s happening?” I thought. I slid one hand under the beachball, running my fingers over my bathing suit. I was surprised to find my tummy with a definite swell to it now compared to its trim flatteness it had been mere seconds ago. I felt the stem of the beachball, the air intake nozzle sticking downward, poking into my suit where my belly button was located. I realized something was amiss and grasped the beachball again. “Oh my gosh!” I cried feeling the. The white wine helping settle my nerves. I'd been talkedinto coming to the party by Debbie who has been my close friend since highschool. Debbie had also stuck by me when after attending college I startedliving as Michelle. She has been fantastic, she was there for me whereothers had all but disowned me. Debbie is as close as a sister. So whenshe said I had to come with her, and despite my initial objections, I gavein and came.It was like an unofficial reunion. There were people attending who.