I think of myself as a more or less straight man. And sure, sure -- who really knows? But it bothers me how much I want to wear tiny, frilly red panties that outline my ass and my tiny dick like a new flavor of Haagen-Dasz.
My job is to serve drinks and hors d'oeuvres to elegant women in Schiaparelli gowns. They laugh as they point out my little dick straining at the lace mesh of my panties. They confuse me by trying to insert their fingers under my panties to probe my ass. It is understood that they can do whatever they want.
I often wake up from this fantasy feeling very ashamed. But then I notice that my shorts are down around my ankles and I've come .
