She watched the door, but realized she probably wouldn’t recognize her Mistress. She watched anyway. She could feel the seat through her skirt, and...her partially exposed pussy rubbed against the fabric. Every time she moved, it sent a chill through her. She chastised herself for being so horny, yet she loved the feel of being a slut. She watched as both sexes looked at her ample chest and body in the outfit. Some would openly lick their lips. She felt cheap. That made her wetter. She looked. We chose some seats near the exit and settled in to watch some of the acts that preceded ours.A quartet of girls attempted a comedy routine. They were clearly underprepared. It was funny to see them mess up, but that wasn’t the point. One less competitor to worry about, we agreed.A kid got up with an electric guitar and a tiny amp. None of us knew who he was. He announced that he was going to play Stairway to Heaven, which caused me and my friends to look at each other in surprise. A bit. His knees shook in stimulative shock. His body lurched forward as the tip of the toy attacked his prostate.Just before it became too much, he pulled out the dildo and let go of his cock. He toyed with his nipples, prominent and brown, back to the wall. His cock twitched and he slid to the floor, unable to stand the pleasure. His dick began spraying fountains of cum onto the glass shower doors.As soon as he was able to open his eyes, he admired his work. Sighing, he tried to stand, though his. They first thought they would go for dinner and then to a disco and come back in the morning. But then he said he wanted to make this really special. So, they baked a cake, put candles on it and blew them at midnight. Then they waltzed for a while and then sank into each other’s arms. Next morning, he woke her up early and said breakfast is ready. One look at what he called french toast killed her appitite and triggered laughter. Then he said he would go out for an hour but would be back as.