Isavored the taste. To me, because I've been trained, it tastes likebananas. It's amazing what they can make your brain believe.Once he was done with ...e, another came in, then another, and thenanother. They waited in line, watching me, on my knees, on the floor ofthe rec room.I was in a pink satin sissy dress with a micro skirt, deep cleavage inthe front, and little puffy shoulder sleeves. I wore little whitepanties with pink hearts. On my legs were white thigh high stockings,lace-topped ankle. ’Straining a frown, I placed a second set of papers in front of her. ‘Candidate two. Again, two minutes,’ I said, emphasizing that number.She narrowed her eyes at me for a second, and that piecing look caused a stir in my trousers. She began reviewing, and I shifting in my chair, trying to find a position that gave myself some breathing room downstairs.Her blouse was sleeveless, allowing me to notice the underlying musculature of her arms. She was no stranger to the gym, and that should have. ”I looked round and sure enough saw that Kate and the fem girl she'd been talking to were in a tight clinch on the dance-floor too. “What the fuck?” I said. “Let's do it. But I'm very inexperienced, as you know, Tina.”“Don't worry, I'll take good care of you.” And so saying, Tina led me through to the wash-rooms round the back. There was quite a bit of what looked like normal activity going on there, but Tina just led me straight to one of the empty stalls and closed the door behind us.“We. He had always been a Lothario, it simply seemed that in the last few years he had honed that skill. Derek continued. "Married women are always so pent up and frustrated. They have to put on the facade of being good wives and mothers, but behind the scenes, they are wild. The barrier comes down and they are so dirty and naughty. I always liked unlocking the inner animal, and knowing that it was for me and not the husband, was always exciting." While Derek had been speaking he had been walking.