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Break Up In Spain - Part 4 free porn video
Breakup in Spain - part 4
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As Wendy drove us home they explained the situation to me. They had
photos of me in compromising positions. My friends and family had not
seen those photos. Wendy, Rachel and Sarah had seen them all.
They had a video of me trying on a lot of Sarah's clothes. They had
photos of me in different outfits that Sarah had made me wear in Spain.
And of course they had pictures of me at the airport wearing leggings and
a padded bra.
They had my phone. They'd changed the code. They had access to my Twitter
and facebook accounts. They'd changed the password and contact details.
Bottom line, they owned my social accounts.
As they were talking Sarah was working on my phone. Once they'd explained
everything to me she showed me what she'd done. What she showed me was my
facebook feed which had a picture of a girl, standing facing the sea,
doing a wedgie check. It was one of the girls that had tormented us on
the beach that fateful day. Sarah showed me that she'd the original photo
that she'd edited was the one that showed me next to that girl, also in a
bikini, also doing a wedgie check. The edited photo was now on my feed
together with a comment, apparently from me, saying, "The joys of the
beach."
Then she logged out my phone and handed it to me, challenging me to log
in and remove the photo. I couldn't. My fingerprint no longer worked and
the code had been changed. Then she logged into my phone but logged my
phone out of my facebook account. Again she handed it back to me and gave
me a challenge to log in to facebook. Again I failed.
So it was clear, my choice was simple, do as they said or have all those
photos sent out to my social accounts. They'd give me my passwords 24
hours after they'd posted them so that I could take them down but, after
24 hours, it would be way too late.
To avoid that I could see the weekend through with them, it would be
embarrassing for me, fun for them, but at the end of the weekend they'd
give me back my phone and control of my social accounts. Some more of
their friends would know my secret but they'd not tell others. And most
importantly, none of my friends would know. Apart from the continued
shame of a group of seven or eight girls knowing what happened I'd be
able to continue with my life.
I handed the phone back to her and admitted that I had no choice, I'd do
what they wanted for the weekend.
Instead if driving to Rachel's house they drove to a beauty salon on the
outskirts of Bournemouth. I was taken inside and endured the amused
looks of the women as they looked at me in my leggings and apparent
breasts. Wendy spoke to the girl at the desk.
"This is sissy, she's here for her two-thirty appointment."
It became obvious that she knew some of the girls at the salon (I later
found out that she used to work there) and I soon discovered that I'd
been booked in for a full body waxing.
The girls left me at the salon, telling me they'd come back to pick me up
later. I sat in a chair, looking and feeling uncomfortable for about ten
minutes before a young woman told me to follow her. I was led to a little
room containing a beauty salon type bed covered with a long strip of
kitchen towel type paper, in one corner was a small table with various
beauty salon type tools including a pot of wax which was being stirred by
another young woman, another corner contained a chair.
As she closed the door behind us the woman that had led me in spoke.
"I'm Kerry and this is Joan. You've been booked in for a full body wax so
we're both going to wax you, it'll make things go quicker. Take your
clothes off and put them on that chair over there, then get on the bed on
your back. I'll do your chest and stomach, Joan will do your legs."
I found myself in an extremely embarrassing situation. Obviously they
knew I was wearing a bra but to reveal it was going to be extremely
embarrassing. Even as I thought that I realised how irrational that
thinking was. They were not going to make it easy for me, they were both
watching me, expectant smiles on their faces.
I faced the chair, turning my back to them and started undressing. I
started with my shoes and socks, putting off the inevitable. Next went
the leggings and the panties, all in one go thereby effectively hiding
the panties in the leggings. But there was no way round the bra.
Reluctant I took my tshirt off, revealing the back straps of the bra. I
wanted to take the bra off quickly but wearing a bra was a new experience
for me ... one which given the choice, I'd not be doing! ... and I
fumbled and struggled to loosen the clasps.
Joan spoke up, "Oh dear. Wendy did say that you'd only recently started
letting your feminine side out. I guess that bras do take a bit of
getting used to. Here, let me help you."
She loosened the clasps and I was able to slide the bra off. I turned to
get on the table.
"Oh wow!" Kerry spoke. "You have been experimenting with swimming
costumes. Babe, let me give you a tip that all us girls know. If you're
going to tan on holiday you choose one costume to wear and you stick to
that costume. That way you get a neat tan line. Your tan lines are a
mess, it looks like you've tanned in about four costumes! Next time just
choose the skimpiest bikini top you have and tan in that. If that top
isn't suitable for swimming in and you want to swim then you just change
into a sturdier top."
I lay on the table and they started waxing me. Interestingly enough it
wasn't as painful as I'd imagined it would be. They used a harder wax for
the buttock and intimate waxing. Of all the areas I'd actually say that
the underarm, or possibly the stomach, waxing was the most painful. What
I did find embarrassing was that as the hair was removed I looked
skinnier and, in the intimate area, smaller.
Joan asked, "Wendy booked you in under the name sissy. Is that really the
name you go by?"
I didn't know how to respond. The girls had made it quite clear that I
was to do what they said otherwise they'd release photos to my friends.
Was this whole conversation just a set up? Were Joan and Kerry going to
tell Wendy everything I said? I decided that I had to play along.
"It's what the girls call me. I chose the name Cecilia, or CC for short,
but CC became sissy and it's become a bit of a joke between us."
"So what would you prefer we call you?"
Graham would be nice I thought to myself, but out loud I said, "Sissy is
fine."
The girls chatted as they worked. Sometimes including me in the
conversation, other times not. At one stage the conversation turned to
why I was having the waxing.
"I was quite surprised that Wendy had booked this appointment for you.
She doesn't always seem to like you."
"What makes you say that?" I asked.
"Well, the first time she spoke about you she told us that you'd cheated
on her best friend ... with two guys! But then she phoned a few days
later to book the appointment and she really seemed excited about it. "
Of course I knew why she was excited, it was the thought of humiliating
me. I responded, "She was upset with me for cheating on Sarah, but when
they saw me wearing womens clothing they decided they'd help me embrace
that side of things."
Wow, how could I distort the truth so easily? I should write a novel!
Kerry asked, "So how long have you been wearing women's clothes?"
About a week! A miserable, embarrassing, week! Not knowing how much of
this would get back to Wendy I replied.
"Not long. I'm still quite new at it."
Joan spoke, "What look do you really like? Ooh, no, hold on. We'll guess.
You can tell a lot about a girl by her underwear."
She stopped waxing me and went over to the pile of clothes I'd been
wearing. She found the bra and panties and held them up for Kerry to see.
"Well they don't match for a start. The panties are cute, little girly
type style, cotton with printed hearts. In fact, if that's the sort of
panties you usually wear then I think that maybe the name sissy is quite
suitable." she smiled at me and continued, "The bra is sexy, almost
seductive. Padded, if it was first a true girl it would make her breasts
seem bigger, make her more attractive to a lot of men. For a pretend girl
like you, and I don't mean that horribly, I guess it's just a way for you
to pretend you have some boobies. I don't think they're both yours, are
they?"
I was blushing as she returned to the bed to continue waxing me handing
me my underwear to hold.
"No. The bra was leant to me by Sarah. I didn't have my own."
"Ha, I was right. Ok, so based on those panties I think you're into
really cute girly, frilly stuff. Lots of pink and ribbons and bows. Do
you agree Joan?"
"Yup. I had a pair of panties like that when I was about six or seven. I
was going through my princess phase. I bet you love little girl party
dresses and princes outfits don't you sissy?"
"I do, yes."
"So the name sissy does suit you. I was browsing the internet once and
saw some pages with photos of men in ridiculously frilly and feminine
dresses and panties. They were called sissies. You should look at them
... or maybe you already have?"
Before I could rspond, thankfully, Joan, interrupted to explain that she
was going to start my intimate waxing. She explained that she'd be using
a different wax and to let her know if it was too painful. Kerry, who was
starting to "loosen up" and drop the professional facade commented.
"It shouldn't take too long sissy, there's not much down there." Joan
giggled, I blushed.
Kerry asked, "So when Sarah caught you cheating with guys, what were you
doing?"
I kept quiet.
Joan prompted, "Come on sissy, it's just us girls here, tell us. Were you
kissing? Or were you acting out your girly fantasy and being fucked, or
maybe even giving then head?"
It seemed that we'd crossed some barrier. The girls had decided I was a
toy for their amusement. I was blushing madly as I responded, "Both."
"To both of them?"
"Yes."
"Oooh, you little slut! Really? What was it like? Was it your first time?
Did you swallow?"
"Mmmm, it wasn't that great. When the first guy took me it was quite
painful, not as painful when the second guy took me. And yes, it was my
first time."
"Oh wow, losing your virginity in style! Two for your first time. And
sissy, you sound so quaint, they "took" you. That's so sweet! Either they
fucked you or they made love to you, which was it?"
"They f..., they fucked me."
"Ah babes, don't worry, sometimes men can be such pigs. And I think that
it's quite painful for most girls when we first lose out virginity. But
then what happened, why did you give them a blow job?"
"Because they wanted me to."
"Because they wanted you to? But you must have wanted to do it otherwise
you would have said no, right? You do know that us girls can say no."
"Yes, I do know that, and yes, I guess I did want to try it."
"So come on girl, don't be a tease, tell us about it."
I really couldn't believe this was happening!
"Well I took the first guy in my mouth and he tasted horrible. I think he
still had some stuff from my ass on his dick. I almost threw up. And I
sucked a little and eventually he grabbed my hair and started fucking my
mouth. Then he came and made me hold my mouth open so he could see his
cum before I was allowed to swallow it. The same thing happened with the
second guy too."
"You dirty slut! Wow, that's amazing. What were their names? Which was
best?"
"Mmmmm, I don't know their names and ... they were probably about the
same."
They both laughed.
"Okay. So, I've waxed your 'intimates' sissy and there's not much there.
I don't mean that horribly, I promise."
Why didn't I believe her? I wondered.
She continued, "So had you ever had sex with Sarah?"
"Yes."
"Huh! And was she satisfied or did she just pretend."
"Joan! Stop it. You're being horrible," Kerry interrupted. "Obviously
sissy, at some level, realised his inadequacies and realised that he, or
should we refer to him as her?, is better suited at being a girl. By the
way sissy, should we refer to you as he or she?"
"Whatever," I mumbled. We'd definitely crossed a line and I had the
sinking feeling that this was a glimpse of what the rest of my weekend
was going to be like.
The talk continued, a lot of it aimed at embarrassing me, which worked.
Finally they'd finished. I looked down at my hairless body and was amazed
at how skinny I looked. The girls watched as I got dressed. The feel of
the materila against my skin was so much different now. It was like my
skin was extra sensitive. They watched with amusement as I fumbled to get
my bra back on. It took me a few minutes to finally get the clasps done
up behind my back, they watched and smiled throughout.
I'd assumed that Wendy had paid but of course she hadn't. I had to use
my credit card.
Sarah and Wendy returned a a few minutes after I'd finished. We drove to
Rachel's house which is on the edge of the new forest, close to
Bournemouth. When I say house, that's a bit of an understatement. It was
more like a mansion. I lived in a house, a 3 bedroom, terraced house.
This was a huge building in the middle of a large plot of ground. The
nearest neighbour was about 500 meters away. I knew that some of Sarahs
friends came from a wealthy background, I just hadn't realised how
wealthy. Rachels parents were away for two weeks and so she had the place
to herself. The girls rushed me in to the house.
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