I guess they didn't really have that much in common, other than my cock and ass.Now here's the funny part. I wrote back in chapter 1 (don't blame me i... you weren't paying attention to that part) about my high school friend Kristin. Who was sort of all of our's friend, even though she was the biggest cocktease I've ever known. I guess I felt once you knew that, you just accepted it, it was her nature as a stacked blonde. She'd string an appealing guy like Steve along, he (or I) would be lucky to. I kissed, licked, caressed her lovely frame as she playfully kneaded my cock and ball sac. The bathroom was filled with steam but when I returned the crotch caressing favor back her pussy felt primed for another go at it. Her eyes were already closed when my fingers found her clit and love hole. I played with it a bit knowing full well how she was enjoying it immensely since her grips on my tool started to harden and deepen.“We only have a couple more minutes left” I whispered into her and then. In the past, this had lead to several awkward and frustrating nights at swingers gatherings. Not this night. This night was be different. On this night the expectations were clear, an agreement had been made. Cristy had gotten one more chance to live the fantasy and be the girl she let me believe she was. The rules were simple. She was to dress like a slut and leave her tits and cunt exposed, she was to respond favorably to any and all advances and fuck anyone who wanted her, and finally, she. She looked at the man strangely since she had never seen a man working in the lady's room. Deanna shrugged and wandered past the wash area into a stall to relieve herself.She was wearing an extremely short black mini-skirt and fishnets with a black lace top, which exposed the majority of her 'double D' cleavage. Not a common practice regarding attire for a restaurant of the Bootlegger's caliber. Management seems to bend the rules for regulars though, especially hot numbers like Deanna. She.