11 heads turned to look at me, 9 of whom I knew. After some of the girls had hugged me and pulled excitedly at my hair (I’d dip dyed my dark brown h...ir blonde and the ombre effect seemed to fascinate them) the one face I’d been waiting to see broke through the rest. My closest friend in Cuba, and maybe in the world, the male lead dancer Cesar, stepped forward and scooped me up in his arms. The girls giggled and the guys raised their eyebrows, everyone thought Cesar and I were more than friends. The moment was scintillating for them both. Her hand found his erect phallus at the same instant his finger found her clitoris. Their kisses became more frantic as his tongue found the deepest recesses of her mouth and throat and she eagerly drank from him.Claire, despite herself, was excited as well. Her hands explored the girl's anus. The young body pushed against her finger and Claire, her own breathing coming now in small gasps, gathered her courage and slowly her finger entered the tight. And that realization makes it just a little bit harder to get the crying under control.But eventually I calm down. I don't really know what Daddy does while he's waiting, but I think he's sitting on the bed watching me. Eventually he stands and I can hear him preparing for what's next. He makes a stack of pillows in the middle of the bed and rustles through the closet for the strap.The strap he got for this purpose is really wicked. It's thick and not terribly flexible, about three feet long. Our fix was a bit unorthodox, but it worked. It consisted of interlocked paper clips to help hold the tunic closed at the top portion where the buttons wouldn’t fasten because of the size of my breasts. This worked fine, until midway through the Party when the paper clips gave way and I was forced to show off a little more of my breasts than I had been willing to showcase. I was also worried about the shortness of the nurse tunic, since I was wearing anything else under it but a t-back.“Don’t.
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