I felt like instead of having my manhood in my hands, I had taken my very life in them. Somehow, I regressed to being a little child, as I slightly chuckled and said, "Sorry...little harder than I thought it would be."
Esther gave me a few words, "Right now, we're just going to focus on showing us what you have. It's ok, this is perfectly natural. Like I said before, I'm used to guy's bodies and you don't have anything I haven't seen before, so why don't you just drop your hands and get this over with.
Suddenly Monica took control: "Turn around Robert," continuing in a medium tone, "Ok, hands at your sides."
For some reason this worked on me. This slightly authoritative but still feminine and vaguely parental tone, like a determined babysitter getting a child to eat his vegetables, was working on me. And yes, it turned me on in a strange way. I felt a tinge of even more embarrassment and just a little of deeper attraction to Monica. I dropped my hands at my sides.
"Good work." I heard Esther say gently.
"And I got to the see that butt again," Monica added to further my humiliation.