I could see the cogs turning behind her eyes as she weighed up the crazy situation. This time I had caught her off guard with my brazenness and I reve...ed in the madness and sheer erotic tension as I stood there cock out, awaiting her decision. It was a decision she would make without words as she dropped to her knees and took my cock once again in her mouth. From the club, anyone looking up at me would see me from mid-chest up, behind my DJ equipment, blissfully unaware that there was a mouth. I could sympathise with her plight. If thebody stocking was having the same effect on her as it was having on methen she must have been driven wild by Master Rogers touch! The answerto that question was given as soon as my questing tongue met her moltenhot and wet pussy. She bucked under the slightest touch and screamed herorgasm, shaking the house! But her passion did not die there."Deeper Davina....lick me deeper."Of course I willingly obliged my tongue and face sinking into hersopping wet. Couldn’t call our outfits costumes because there was no attempt at fakery. We wore leather, cotton, feathers and wool as appropriate. Belted knives and dangles, tin cones and hair pipes.We drew the eye of every male between the ages of 13 and 80.We jingled quietly as we walked.A man with a camera stepped up.“I need a picture of you two,” John Baird said. “Oh ... Hi, Karen.”“Hello, Mr. Baird ... drumming up subscribers?”“Every chance I get. Who’s your friend?”“Angie, John Baird. John, Angie.. But afterwards, as always, she felt her loneliness even more keenly, wishing she had a real lover who would stay with her and pet her and kiss her. She sighed.Suddenly, she felt tugging at her hand, and looking down, she discovered her dog's leash had intertwined with a low-growing shrub. without thinking about it, she bent over, from the waist, to disengage the lead. all of a sudden, she felt a warm and hard thing press against her ass cheeks. Turning her head, she recognised Peter and stood.