At one point, little Nicole came into the room and walked to me, holding out her arms, wanting me to pick her up I assumed. One hand gripped the sopra...ino recorder I had given her. I obliged and she sat on my lap before handing me the recorder.“Do you want me to play this?” I asked her.She nodded, being a kid of few words.I thought for a moment before I put my lips to the mouthpiece and began to play one of the few pieces I knew. It was a little nonsense song I had learned a long time ago and. The orgasm had been so intense that I had completely passed out. My limp body held up by the tentacle still wrapped around my body. The tentacle holding my body moved up further to support my neck that had also gone limp. The tentacle between my legs pulled itself out with a wet pop, followed by some of my master's cum draining from my soaked pussy. The tentacle holding my clit released its hold and withdrew itself from my body. The other mouth of the tentacle that had my left breast. I explained to her that the ultra-high speed units on the second floor were very sensitive to static electricity. I asked her if she was wearing any combination of nylon and silk. Of course I knew she was. Her dress was silk. Her slip and pantyhose were nylon.She answered, "My dress is pure silk. I guess my underwear is nylon. I didn't think that would make a difference."I replied as haughtily as I could, "The problem is that you didn't think at all. The procedure manuals specify that. (I ALWAYS ask if the seat is taken when sitting next to a man in case he might be uncomfortable with me being En Femme) He smiled and invited me to sit. After a half-hour and minimal small-talk, while he was leaving, he mentioned: "I don't see many fags in dresses here."I remarked:"How about the bartenders?" (they were 2 attractive women both with Boston Bruins jerseys and work boots and jeans on) He didn't put 2 & 2 together until I explained to him that both of the bartenders were.