.." he paused, taking a breath, hoping he wasn't going to put his foot in it. "What if he's there?" He didn't need to clarify who 'he' was."Trust me, ...arcus, where we're going there's not going to be anyone eligible to be called 'he'." He frowned, and she waited a few seconds for understanding to dawn. It didn't. "It's a all-girl club, Marcus. No guys, that's why I didn't invite you." Oh." He nodded, then frowned again."Don't you trust me?" she asked, with a pout, recognising the look."Trust. I looked down at myself and I was dressedlike a regular skank. I had on a red, lycra mini dress, that barelycovered my nipples. My breasts were pushed right up, showing an insaneamount of cleavage. The dress was so short you could see the tops of myblack stockings, which were torn and my feet were in a pair of red 6inch, stiletto heeled pumps. I could feel from the breeze that I wasn'twearing underwear.My wrists were weighed down by cheap looking bracelets and bangles. Myfingernails looked more. She continued to stroke as she scooted a little closer, allowing me to touch her pussy. I felt the kinky brush of pubic hair. As I got more and more excited, my finger went further into her pussy.I suddenly stopped her and asked, “Kristy, Sweety, can I ask you to do something special for me? You don’t have to if you don’t want to, but it would make your Gramps feel real good.”“Sure, silly, what is it?”“Would you kiss my cock? Would you lick it and if you wanted to, you could put it in your. I squawked in surprise and immediately dropped one hand to cover my pussy while I swapped breasts with the other hand, covering the exposed one with the crook of my elbow and losing my grip on the bikini top altogether. I don’t think Spike saw any of this; he was still looking up at Rupali with his mouth open, probably wondering whether any of this was real. Rupali made a disappointed face, “Oh, it’s a bit see-through, is it? I’ll try a darker colour.” She looked me in the eye meaningfully. “I.