"For our date I decided on a picnic," Lisa flashed her killer smile at Morris. It was a perfect day weather wise so she wore a white silky dress that ...lared out, short puffy sleeves, two inch heels in white, and a large straw hat with a wide ribbon sitting in the back seat of her car. She still drove the same red Camry she purchased when they arrived in San Diego a few years ago.They drove out to an isolated area in Balboa Park that Morris knew they would have some privacy. On the way they. As it got darker, and a few phones were used as flashlights, I could make out the motions of guys jerking off in the shadows.I left my car and approached. I was dressed completely in drag as a slutty participant, but no one shied away from offering me a drink from a chest of cold beer. Even the ladies that were there were quite welcoming. One made comments on my selection of heels while another grabbed my cock through my panties and commented on my lingerie.As the evening went on, it was if we. "Does that really matter my slave? I don't think so. I think the onlything that matters now, is what happens next." Princess Dee said. "I amvery disappointed in you, I was beginning to think that you were acceptingwhat was happening. As I told you before I do not want to destroy yourlife, but I will if I must. Did you really think that you could just walkaway from me? I've put a lot of time and effort into giving you what youasked for and what you want; even if you aren't fully aware of. When Linda took over the guidance, Candy leaned back and spread her legs wider; watching with great anticipation as my arrow found her target and inch by hard red inch disappeared into her hot snatch. As I started to stroke in and out, I pushed Candy's uniform sweater up and began kneading her titties ... I remembered how I had admired the way they bounced when the group was doing cheers. Linda found my balls and her fingers played classical music on them, spurring me on faster. Candy's legs.