Hopefully, therefore, I do not piss off readers who are well versed in this topic.To me, one of the most guarded subjects in the world is male homosex...ality activity. With the biblical abhorrence to this phenomenon that we were all raised on, I suppose this comes expectedly, and any statistical evidence, therefore, can never be accurately documented.Of course, much is well-known about the gay scene and the various subcultures therein. When one gets to the matter of bisexuality, however, the. Sir goes to the boot of the car and gets a coupleof bags out."Take her dress off please." Yes Sir."I'm shocked as the driver deftly unzips my dress and pulls it to thefloor, leaving me standing in just my stockings, suspenders and heels. Inote the foundation is wearing off and the bruises on my tits and neckare again obvious."Pull her plug out too."I am aghast as the driver gets me to rest my hands on the roof of thecar as he grasps the plug in my arse and pulls it out, leaving mefeeling empty.. ?” I teased. I felt his smile arise. “Now that you mention it, I do smell something else, something delicious..” I felt my pussy whimper as his hand roughly smoothed itself against my ass. My toes began to curl at the vibrations of his moan. He cock responded and nudged me through the leather. I surrendered immediately and attacked his plump lips against mine; breathing uncontrollably for tongue. He grabbed the back of my neck and slung me over against the table and slid off my leather pants.. I grinned.“Jason.”I turned to the door.Natalie had arrived. “What do you think?” she asked me.She was wearing a black skin-tight leather unitard and kitten ears over her head. She had drawn whiskers on her cheeks with mascara, and glued fake black nails to her fingertips. My eyes followed the unitard’s zipper. It began at her neck, roped between her breasts, fell down her stomach past her belly button down her crotch.“You like?” she smirked, then twirled around for meThe zipper wrapped.