I saw aback door to the bar ajar, and hoping for a quiet corner in the backalley, walked through and stepped out.I was greeted with a view of Alice on...her knees in the middle of thedirty alley, surrounded by guys. I saw the back of her head, grippedfirmly by two strong hands pressed into one guy's crotch and heardgagging, gargling sounds. She held her hands clasped together behind her,held together at the elbows by somebody's belt. The gagging became moreurgent, and the hands holding poor. I watched in fascinated disbelief as she opened her blouse and pulled it off, tossing it on to the dresser. "That's not all that's yellow," she said, opening the waistband of her shorts. She let them fall down and stepped out of them, and stood in front of me with her yellow bra and matching yellow panties. There was a lace front and I could see her hair pressed tightly under the lace. "Do you like them?"I nodded and said, "Very much! They're beautiful! You're beautiful!"She blushed and said,. I knew that the TV was in one corner and it was placed where I could see through the open door. There were two girls going at it hammer and tongs. The short haired brunette was on her knees between the long haired brunette’s legs lapping away. From the sound it appeared that the long haired brunette was about to orgasm.Squinting through the vertical part of the door I could see Sandy. She had her blouse open, her breasts pulled out of her bra, her trousers were round her ankles and her white. Before long you found yourself, like a d**g addict, needing a bigger hit each time. You started taking bigger risks - wearing stockings and lingerie under your well-cut power-suit; buying make-up, wigs; jewellery and wandering out at night dressed as a woman; going to gay clubs out of town dressed as a woman, pushing into new levels of risk and sluttiness each time. Then one day, sitting at a bar, after a few drinks you find yourself talking to a well built, virile man, a little older than.