I put my hands on each cheek and squeezed. She responded by arching her back and sighing loudly. With my legs opened wide to her she licked her finger...and began rubbing my clit. I was then the one to respond by arching my back and putting my pussy closer to her face. That was the invitation she needed and she began licking my pussy with her tongue. Each time she did; my pussy lips began to open up more for her. Not being able to stand much more, I pulled her thong away and began flicking her. There was a lot of hollering and whistleing. I went back and changed into the second outfit, a black bdsm two piece. Tony handed me my drink before I went back on the stage.Over the next 90 minutes I paraded around the stage in each of the outfits. I felt relaxed and worked really hard to make sure I put on a good show. When I modelled the last outfit, Tony told me to take a rest. He handed me my drink and went back out to the stage. He told the audience that there would be a short break before. "Spread your legs, Slave octavia wider," you me command, and I do so as quickly as I can. I watch you in the mirrors, watch and feel as you remove your hand and then quickly push first one, then a second, finger into my open, waiting pussy. Like a good slave, I make no sound, but I feel my body tense and shudder as you penetrate me hard, fingerfucking my tight little cunt slowly and firmly, making sure I can feel each and every sensation from your fingers. While you do this you lower your mouth. (They drink.)Oibore: That reminds me, Kuma, there's something else I want to thank you for.Kuma: Yeah?Oibore: Letting that girl in here. Though I didn't know you had a thing for little girls-- (Kuma splutters.)Oibore: Am I wrong?Kuma: Damn right you are! (he settles back) The daughter my wife took with her would be about her age. Guess I felt like being a nice guy for a change.(A pause.)Kuma: Anyway, you shouldn't be talking. The perfume. The hairpin. An old man with a taste for women's things.