Her hair wasn’t right. The height was just a little bit different. The slave collar was brown rather than black. And she was gagged. Kelly never...needed to be gagged. Something wasn’t right.Wayne again inserted the metal dildo and attached the nipple clamps and picked up his electric paddle. This time I clearly heard the audience shout ?100" as Wayne’s first stroke hit. It was as bad or even worse than it had been the first time and Kelly, or whoever it was, reacted even more strongly. It was still an hour before time to leave.Fuck! I haven’t been on a date in thirty years. And it was V3’s first date ever. Of course I was nervous! I was pacing around like an expectant father. I spotted the guitar in the corner of the room and grabbed it. I had no idea how to play it but strummed anyway. It sounded terrible and I started turning the tuning pegs until they sounded right. My strum was a little less discordant this time but still had nothing about it that was musical. I sighed. Lifting myself up and looking her in the eyes, I smiled at her and said - Of Course, and just stayed there - my cock starting to relax, as her pussy continued to pulse with post orgasm shudders.Alice didn't exactly push me off, but she was a bit displeased. She had just been fully unloaded into during what she said was her fertile time.Eventually my cock had deflated and slipped out of her pussy at which point the cum fairly ran out over her abused ass and onto the bedsheets. At this point she. There were my clothes that the guards kept forme. A black basque with rose-shaped stitching, which I squeezed into.Having closed all the clapsed, I looked at the guard as I twisted the basquearound to the correct orientation.I picked up the black lace-topped stockings, fed my smooth legs into themand clipped them into the holdups on my basque. I plumped up my basque withfake breasts. Finally I slipped on my black lacy knickers, over my garters.Settling down in front of a large, dressing-room.