First he chose a pair ofthe odd bloomers, he could not have explained why, he just had to. Thiswas followed by a rigidly boned corselet, which moulded...his shape into afeminine configuration, with a narrow waist pushing displaced flesh upinto the integral bra and compressed his strangely excited member flatagainst his abdomen and the smooth rubber of the bloomers. A silkycamisole slipped over his head and was joined by a stiffly skirtedpetticoat. Inevitably he chose a mid calf full skirted. She was getting a lot of attention from several at the table. When they got back to the table, Carol asked Nancy if she ever lent out the key.I danced the next song with Carol. She wrapped her arms around my neck and pulled one of my hands to her tits. Her nipples were as hard as erasers. She sighed. We rubbed our bodies all over each other. Carol put her arms around my neck, her head on my shoulder. We ended the dance locked in a passionate embrace.The table erupted, "Get a room."We sat. (Photo 'blackmail' can accelerate things nicely)From an entirely personal space my big thing is control and domination, can't explain it, don't really question it, I just accept it and have, much later in life, done something about it!There is no bigger turn on for me than to see a once macho heterosexual male, made-up, appropriately dressed in her girly finest, on her knees fellating a large penis until it discharges, it's just unadulterated bliss to know I made it happen, the control and. Ingrid loved hearing all her body's sounds while she fed and her pussy kept up with each new moan. The other customers in this darkly lit cafe would look around trying to see where these lewd noises were coming from. Underneath My table, with the tablecloth covering this hungry vessel who was harvesting My next load they didn't see her kneeling, sucking, being such a slutty little girl. The girl in the table next to Mine stared at Me while she ate her salad, her nipples growing slowly under.