“I could do this all night,” she told me. “I’m kinda sadistic.” Since the tickling felt good at times, I let her go at it, taking the pain i... stride, faking enthusiasm and paying my dues for an eventual copulation. She finally began stroking my dick, but then returned to the tickling for another five minutes. Back and forth for another hour. I began to wonder if my dick would ever get wet, but then I remembered she was over the age of twenty-five, which kept me at ease. It seemed every squirmy. .do you understand?"Bobbie sighed as he hung his head in a defeated submissive gesture andsaid, "Yes Ma'am I understand." Good, you know I won't stand for masculine gestures, ideas, looks,attitudes or egos from you. Your not man enough to exhibit them. It isunbecoming of a pretty little sissy like you Bobbie and you need to getsuch resistance out of your little brain as soon as possible. I meanjust look at you will you? Do you even resemble a man? No, not at all!There is nothing manly about you. She always made sure they got a good look at her body. One of the things we did when she wore that particular dress would be to ask her to take her underwear off. She did. She would come back to the booth and brazenly hand her wet underpants to us. She loved dancing with no underwear. In the booth John and I would run our hands up her legs and push the dress up further and further. She'd keep crossing and uncrossing her legs flashing her mound. The whole crowd could see she was dancing with. Hands grabbed my legs and 2 itemswere pulled up. One of these was a tight silky material, brieflyexciting me before self-disgust took over. Couldn't believe that I wasactually enjoying this. At the time I had no idea what the second itemwas. My disgust increased as I felt tight sheaths being pulled up mylegs, encasing them in a silky cocoon. I could feel tugs around mywaist and the knickers that I had been given were being shifted.Suddenly I gasped as a hand grabbed my penis it was encased in.