And my cock got a little harder.My girlfriend, finally, selected an outfit and headed to the changing rooms, and I dutifully followed. Once there she ...ulled me in. I protested, but she assured me that no-one else was there and that no-one would mind. So I stood just outside her cubicle looking around aimlessly as she stripped to her underwear and started trying on dresses and tops.I heard a muffled sound from the next cubicle, and the curtain moved a little. Then opened a little. The woman from. He lets me go, out of confusion, and I kneel to take his cock with my lips. His eyes go wide as I suck the head into my warm, wet mouth, tongue lapping and tasting out juices. He groans and half-heartedly attempts to pull me up from my knees. A prin- a- a princess. . . shouldnt – he gasps as I lick both of his balls. It would not help if they caught me with your seed. This way they shall not. He easily gives in as I suck the entire shaft into my mouth, the muscles of my throat massaging the. . specialwomen. You'll love what she's planned for you. Don't give itanother thought! This way, Erica!"Threading my way through a forest of women sitting or lying back attables, stations, or couches, wriggling sideways once or twice, Ifollowed the receptionist to an empty salon chair. It seemed to bea cross between a dentist's chair and a barber's chair, variouslyadjustable but with flat arms where someone could do my nails whilesomeone else was working over my hair, and a basin for wetting. They actually named the club "T Street". They were setting a tone and it sure worked. They were getting real popular. This place was a real Sodom and Gomorra. The crew intentionally was doing the very same things that WDI were doing, in their home territory. This had to be an embarrassment to these folk. The same tactics that were being used against me were being used against the club. Everyone there was shooting up mega-doses of vitamin E and was generally immune to any of WDI's earth.