I told her I needed to go do something that I'd forgotten. As soon as I got home, I went to my bed and masturbated while fantasizing about being found...while I was tied up. I lay on my side in the same position and imagined someone having their way with my helpless body, fingering myself until I came, fast and hard.It was two days before we were able to meet and do it again. This time she tied me the same way before she produced some kind of black cloth sack."Sondra? What's that?" It's a hood.. I was dressed completely in drag as a slutty participant, but no one shied away from offering me a drink from a chest of cold beer. Even the ladies that were there were quite welcoming. One made comments on my selection of heels while another grabbed my cock through my panties and commented on my lingerie.As the evening went on, it was if we were a group of coworkers having an after-work pow-wow. It wasn't long before one of the ladies was on their knees sucking down a few cocks in between. He responds with the excitment of a high school k** , Boy would I . he reaches out and awkwardly fondles one then the other , boy they feel so real . I have never handled a pair before . did you get every thing changed , did it hurt , and a host of other questions start to fly . she laughs an say easy , easy .. one question at a time . now the door to his room opens and a few other guy's walk out . they look puzzled that the small guy from the crew is sitting there touching her breast . they. She was so pist saying how she wasn’t going to be able to get to her car before leaving with the group of volunteers. It was then she did the unthinkable. She dropped the cap toe ballet flats into the plastic bag and swung the bag under her desk, shut everything down and said “I’ll see you tomorrow”. She wasn’t gone longer than maybe 30 minutes before I was in the bathroom thrusting my dick in and out of those cap toe flats. I fucked them three times that afternoon, basically shooting blanks by.