And she was mine. Allie wasn’t as accomplished a dancer as Eve, so we didn’t make as many of the spins and twirls, just waited for the slow number... and crushed our bodies together and waltzed. Towards the end of the evening, I even got to slow-dance with both together, much to the amusement of the band. It was also becoming apparent that Allie had an ulterior motive for guiding us to this restaurant. The maitre `d was a fabulous tall stud, with almost too much good looks on him. Evidently,. But little did I know they had something else planned for me. The constable handed over a girls top and a mini skirt to me and asked me to wear it. I refused and said “I am a boy and I can’t wear these clothes”. They all laughed again and said “U dirty little slut, U walk like a bitch, wear panties underneath and say you’re boy” “Now be a good bitch and take those clothes off “I tried running but they got hold of me as I cried like a bitch screaming for help. But there was nobody around except. "Oh god," she thought "this is driving me insane!" After a few more seconds of uncomfortable longing, she felt something hard and slimy rubbing along her pink folds. Once again, just as she was feeling satisfied, it stopped. "Please, don't stop.." she moaned. She felt a tickling sensation run over her now very hard nipples. Feathers, she thought. She was now squirming like crazy. The feathers stopped and she groaned. She heard a faint humming noise. "Ohmygod, they've got a vibrator." She felt. ”My hands revel in the feel of her soft silky skin as they glide across her shoulders and back before caressing her luscious behind. She arches back sensuously to my touch. I wrap my arms around her holding her tight to me as I soap her breasts delighting in the feel of her hard nipples against the palm of my hand.“Sit,” I order, indicating a built-in marble shelf.“Why? We were just starting to have fun.”“Just do as you’re told,” I growl.Assuming a penitent little-girl look, she sits and.