”She grinned and we finished washing each other quickly, drying each other and hurrying back to my room to dress. I had her help me with my clothes ...for the day to make it go faster since I knew I was starting to fall behind schedule. When we were dressed and my ankle was wrapped, we went downstairs to have a quick piece of toast before heading next door.She opened the front door and led me inside and through to the kitchen where Patty was sitting at the table. There were a pair of plates. Straight. Gay. Both men cumming. Cumming for me, by my hands, but also because they weren’t afraid to accept their desires, their needs, their kinky, hot, nasty, fun-loving bisexuality. God it was awesome!”Then, lost in her reverie, she stopped talking. As the airport came slowly back into focus, I realized I was breathing heavily. Vera was pulling my hair again, and it hurt in a disturbingly wonderful and sexual sort of way. She realized it too and let go. “So sorry,” she said. “I’m going to. I made myself comfortable while the large assistant made sure to keep himself between me and the door. The flat panel televisions were displaying a brightly lit room with a round bed in the centre that was covered in black silk sheets. Each television showed the same room from different angles. There was a gorgeous woman sitting on the edge of the bed with only a pair of red cotton panties on. This left little to the imagination and I guessed her breasts to be a 32C. Beside her she had a bottle. My father had by then seen everything that was turning me into a young woman, right down to the colour of my latest thong, and the fact that I shaved my pubis mound, and touched his friends cock.'I know you're growing up darling and that you're curious about certain things', he would say, staring distantly up to the ceiling, as the head of his cock tickled the back of my throat, this was my punishment, for giving a boy a blowjob after school.I grew up not having any hang-ups about sex, my body.