“Tom go have a seat, Kerry, you’re going to help me with the drinks.” I said. This was when I noticed Kerry’s button up tank top had a few mor... buttons undone. Now it was shirt was unbuttoned to below her breasts allowing a clear view of her chest exposing the sides of her breasts but not quite her nipples. The vision was mouth watering to see her small, firm and perky breasts bouncing around, yet teasingly so because the shirt still covered her nipples no matter how much she moved. Kerry and I. I lay back,opening my legs and tucking my left up so my heel rested on the edge of the seat. She pulled my dress up,it was nice and short anyway,and began using her fingers and rubbing me through my panties. I was wearing a black thong today and already I could see wet marks on the black nylon. She pressed harder and her hand was rotating and rotating as my breath quickened – she then moved so she was kneeling astride me and pushed her mouth on mine which was wide open as I was gasping and. Heart pounding, I manipulated her leg up into the next stretch. As I did, I allowed my hand to slide further down her thigh than was strictly needed. She maintained intense eye contact with me but didn't react in any way.I did the same thing with her other leg, but this time I casually brushed my fingertips over the cleft between her thighs. The instant I touched her there, she gasped and jumped to her feet. She thanked me for the session and said we were done.I figured I'd never hear from her. When I left the cubicle the guy had just finished and was immediately replaced with the guy behind him. the sloppy sounds began again, and I couldn't help but wonder how many guys had been through that one person.As we left the toilets I expected to walk back to our table but instead Adam waved goodbye to John, who was prodding his 2 slaves on the stage with a cattle prod, and we made our way to the cloakroom. Once inside I had to remove the fetish clothes, and return them for my original skirt.