”She ambled over. The closer she got, the better the Italian sports car looked. The pristine paintwork shone, even in the poor light. Carol admired ...every curve and every line of the machine. It was perfect.“I know plenty of boys who’d kill to drive you. But the closest they’ll ever get is watching thingy-me-wotsit off the telly. Dickless wonders, that’s what they are. I mean, who’d buy you, huh? Some knob-head with no knob who couldn’t fuck a girl right in a million years, that’s who. You’re. Most of the time it ended with me sucking or jerking him off. Finally, one night after raiding his sister's liquor cabinet and getting drunk, we were horsing around and I decided to surprise him by putting on his sister's tiny pink thong and make up. I even did my hair. I walked out of the bathroom and he was shocked. He said it was hard to tell that i was a guy especially from behind because of the thong and my skin was always so smooth, tan and hairless that I looked like a school girl. I. ..she could do the work without thinking in any case. The natural skin sausages were the hardest to fill but Sarah was an expert. She remembered her first week when she had been training...."You have to wank them out one at a time" she had been told by the Supervisor and sure enough the action was just like giving a guy a hand job. She pulled and pulled on the skin as the sausages filled and began to imagine herself as a high class escort, accompanying businessmen to posh do's and giving them. We had a really good night, which in fact carried on until about 5 in the morning for me and even later for others.Anyway, I fucked a couple of different girls that night.The first was a friend of a friend, let's call her Sarah. We all got there in the afternoon to help get things ready and then got changed about 6.00 for the party. Sarah caught my eye right after we got changed because she had slipped on a lovely purple shimmery dress with only one shoulder strap and clearly was wearing no.