I feel him pull apart my ass cheeks and then something wet touch my ass hole.He then goes to town with his tongue in my ass, darting and licking his t...ngue in and out, deep and hard. I am moaning and writhing on the table; I am in pure ecstasy. He has a hold of my ass cheeks to keep them spread. But he doesn't need to, I am loving his tongue action. I can feel my asshole quivering. I try to push back into his tongue, desperate for more depth. Then he stops. I feel something push up against my. He looks over at us and we say it together. ‘You aren’t in my band.’ Francis then begins to play on the trumpet. Number three is playing on the guitar then I join in and the crowd is screaming. Just play a little while then stop and lean in to the mic in front of us. ‘We are… the three bassists.’ More screaming and they point at me so I tear out a great little solo performance. I can see flashes from cameras all over the place while I’m doing it then Francis joins in. We play together a little. You will not swallow, you will allow the cum to dribble into a bucket. After the last prick has creamed and the bucket is filled with a cum cocktail I'm going to piss in it. Then I'm going to pour the bucket all over you. As you will be dressed in a very expensive dress at the time I hope you will appreciate the efforts I've gone to in order that you are subjected to the ultimate shemale humiliation."I await the phone call, though I think I might contract the job out! Saturday 31st January,. Either that or he had just come back from holiday in Mykonos! He also wore tight black trousers but because he also wore a small waiter’s apron, I was deprived of the view of his package. I thought for a moment and then spotted some Smirnoff Ice on the bottom shelf of the glass-fronted fridge behind the bar, so I said I’d have one of those. My tactical suggestion proved successful, as he had to turn around and bend over to get one. I watched as he bent over and his black trousers stretched.