As Stacy noticed this she quickly hushed the two c***dren before gently taking Christy by the arm and leading her off to the changing room.Once the tw... were in the changing room and safely away from the c***dren, Christy began bawling. As hard as she tried to keep her pants clean, this felt like the worst possible way to lose. She barely felt it coming, she'd just begun to stand up and then bam, she'd pooped her pants. It was humiliating and made her feel helpless. Noticing the distress she was. I headed to a local strip club – I figured maybe a lap dance could be fun – some hot stripper noticing that I was wearing lingerie under my clothes should be sufficiently humiliating for a sissy like me.I wandered around the strip club’s adult boutique for a while – looking at their lingerie and sex toys. I was getting ready to head to the main club when I realized they had a “movie theatre.I had been to this club before they remodeled and they had a bunch of booths and a small theatre with 2. Mandy’s laughs contemptuously at my discomfiture then turns to walk back into the house.‘Fuck!’, I think, -‘Whoever did this must have really racked up a heavy load of cum at the sight of her kit on the washing line. It seems as if there must be a kindred spirit in the neighborhood……’ Obviously aroused at the prospect of the evenings forthcoming action, Mandy walks with her cat-like gait, her hips gyrating, back to the house. I imagine her hot perfumed snatch slobbering in anticipation within. “Speaking of which…when are you going to get your self a boyfriend?” Maria and a Laura both laughed. “I think you just need to get laid girl.” “No thank you,” Bobbi replied and took another long drag from her cigarette. Unknown to her friends, Bobbi already had that department all under control. Or did she? That thought brought Bobbi back to last weekend where she went to a club in Santa Monica. It was there, she met a strapping, young stud named––uh…had she forgotten already? Well in her.