I had always been a closet exhibitionist, shy and scared about being the centre of attention but at the same time loving every damned minute. It was ... recurring dream.Pushing dirty thoughts aside, I was jolted back to reality as the girls all wanted an answer from me. Yes or no. As if I had much of a choice.“Ok I’ll do it but I’ll need a bit of beauty assistance first” I pleaded with them.It took 30 minutes waiting time before we reached the top of the line, showed our ID’s and got inside. It is yourpunishment for making me look foolish," stated Mr. Grant. "You'll findthat your identity now matches your body. However, you will alwaysremember who you used to be and why you now look and act as you do."Debbie turned and smiled seductively at Mr. Grant, but inside she wasscreaming in a combination of rage and agony. She was shocked that anyonecould be so cruel."I think you'll make a great exotic dancer...you're not smart enough doto much more than that," he continued. He got an. He knew he was going to explode if he didn't get in her soon. Frank moved up her body, gently spreading her thighs and guiding his hard cock to her dripping opening while he squeezed her nipple with his free hand. His patience was running dry, as he urgently pushed his cock head into her. She felt as tight as a fresh virgin. He lost himself in the excitement of the moment. "Please, Frank. Take it slow," Alexia whispered in obvious discomfort. He tried to go slowly, but her tightness resisted. Standing alone and off to the side of the dancing group was the coach, Jessica. She watched as her team jumped and bounced their way through the routine, coordinating movements with ease and effortlessly pulling off flips and tumbles to the adoration of the screaming crowd. Jack watched her as she watched her dancers. Her shoulder length blonde hair was tied up in a ponytail, showing off the smooth lines of her neck and the soft skin beneath. She wore a faculty jacket but in defiance of the.