Everyone was having a good time, drinks were flowing, when I settled in one of the rooms chatting with three girls, Lucy (on the rounder side with an ...amazing rack), Lizzy (much fitter with E cup tits), and the girl that I fancied Megan, along with another of my friends, Henry. we were having a bit of a catch up asking each other how recent exams had gone etc, when the topic somehow eventually got turned onto sex (standard I know!).Anyhow the girls were talking about past experiences, and their. Mossad got me out of their defense. And I got free of the pressure and obligations that tied me down and kept me from moving on with my life as Terry Wellington.The truth was clear. They had all played me, and I let it happen.The down and dirty truth was just a bit different - I was very happy with the outcome.Shortly after Deirdre left for her wedding cruise, London society decided that I was to be the newest eligible Royal bachelor. Overnight my new private secretary, Rodney, was virtually. The camera captured him in profile. His big chest muscles, flat stomach, and the big bulge in his black boxers all clear in the frame. L went down on her elbows for him and pushed her face against Jim’s groin. She nuzzled his cock through the fabric. Rubbed her face against it, and bit playfully. The guy’s chest heaved. He was taking deep breaths to pace himself. L pulled down his shorts, and the cock jumped forward. Eager to please, L took it deep in her mouth. Jim moaned, and I almost groaned. Hooked up to a garter belt. And silk panties over that.Joe had somehow gottern a lacy bra and see through blouse on me before pulling a plaid pleated wool skirt up and buttoning it, before he placed patent leather pumps on my feet. The finishing touches were the makeup and lipstick, and a short little auburn wig. He bent the mirror down that was on the dresser at the end of the bed. Whoa. I sure wasn't the man I used to be.I heard the mantle clock strike one. Joe was working a finger in and out.