As I sat there gasping for air, he slid his slick, slimy cock across my face, smearing me with my own saliva. His dick slithered across my face, bent ...here his hand was holding it, as it seeked out a way to straighten itself. The head came to my open mouth and pounced its way back inside of me. He grasped my head again in both hands and began to face fuck me once again.He continued his pounding of my mouth and throat with a steady rhythm of deep strokes, shallow strokes, smacks to my face with. All it took was having this man's cock in my mouth. I felt Mindy come upbehind me and push the back of my head further down on his cock. She said Icould do better than I was doing. She pushed and pushed until I could feelhis trimmed pubic hair on my little nose. I realized that I didn't have agag reflex. The suit must have that built into it as well. I started toreally go to town on him at that point. He grabbed the back of my head andstarted to fuck my face fast and hard. He was using my mouth. I should watch the other stripper, Carol do her spot for guidelines, then we would alternate every 30 minutes and the punters would expect a different outfit each time and he insisted that I ‘flashed my gash’ at the end of each set….and it had to be a proper look; no teasing! A hard faced woman in her 30’s arrived as he turned to walk away and he introduced her as Carol. As we shared a sandwich and a cup of tea from her flask she actually turned out to be very nice. Her act was exactly as. " The cellist was shown to be wearing black thigh length stockings and loose, lace trimmed, French knickers."Just collect the clothes, kid," said Tracy to Juliette. "Take them backstage when we've done." The dogs had dropped the skirt and were eyeing eagerly both Tracy and the cellist."I wonder what's under that blouse?" Tracy gave another hand signal and the dogs began to circle the terrified musician. "Why don't you unbutton it? Oh! Too late."One dog had positioned itself behind the woman.