I was being spit-roasted, one after the other.I’d taken five more cocks in my poor figa before things slowed down again. Perhaps they couldn’t get...it up so much anymore. None of the men had cum quickly, thanks to my draining each of the participants once, or even twice, previously. Though I wasn’t swamped with their seed, I was flooded with my own, their fucking giving me multiple orgasms. I couldn’t see the cushion below me, but I could feel cum running down my leg again, so imagined I would. In fact, that is how we spent the next hours. Dawn coaching me on walking and movement. Then she had me just stand in the middle of the room. She went around behind me and reached around my body letting her hands roam over the silkiness. Her hand drifted to my cock. Which had stayed hard as a rock, sticking a straight out, the entire time I was learning to walk in the heels. So of course, I just stood there waiting to see what she had in mind next. “Is this Forced Femme Crossdressing?” I. Elevators can be dangerous. When we got there I unlocked the door, expecting the security lock to be engaged, but it was not. We stepped inside. There was no one in the front room, and Jennifer’s bedroom door was closed. ‘Now what?’ I whispered. ‘You get your ass in the other bedroom. Take a shower and get the smell of that cunt off you. Get dressed. Beat your meat. Whatever you need to do, but don’t come out here until I call you.’ ‘Got it. Good luck with Mary Louise, Dude.’ ‘Hell, I didn’t do. I can’t believe that you are here, naked, lying below me.” Kevin said leaning down for another kiss. “You are the one thing I’ve been dreaming of for the last 6 months and I can’t believe your mine.” As his tongue probed my mouth, his fingers reentered me, and his thumb brushed my clit, rapidly increasing the pleasure. I wrapped my legs around his waist, pulling him closer. My breathing rapid, I begged for him to let me climax. His rhythm slowed, taunting me. Grinding my hips against his,.