I was feeling shame and humiliation, but I was also excited beyond belief. I worked up the courage to peek at what was going on and was surpised to se... that a couple of the guys seated nearest me had their faces just inches from my pussy. The rest had bunched around closer and the shyest guy of the group was at the back constantly looking around, which I presumed was to keep look-out. This went on until I came. I remember convulsing to my orgasm and can only imagine how I must've looked slumped. This club is somewhat known for its eccentricities and kinkiness. After a few minutes inside and our first drink, the three of us waltz out onto the dance floor and start to dance. We switch throughout the song as to who is in the middle. It starts out with me in the middle, then Di, then you, then me again, etc. We are rubbing our bodies up and down each other, grabbing pussy, dick and tit, just going wild over each other. And yet we are not the only ones who are starting to go wild. There are. ”Tommy opened his mouth to respond but Blake spoke first. “I’m guessing that prissy little outfits like what you're wearing now, is the kind of thing your father would approve of, and that you want to buy stuff more likely to make a guy’s motor run.”Tommy decided to keep his mouth shut and see where the conversation was going. The expression on Charlene's face remained seductive. “That’s about right,” she replied, acknowledging her exhibitionist tendencies.“Well, I guess we’ve both made it. About the only thing that was keeping me sane was reading Fiesta with my fiancé and imagining that some of the things that happened to your readers happened to me! I love my fiancé very much, but he does tend to treat me as an ivory goddess, rather than the fuck crazy bitch I want to be, and despite all of my hints about wanting to try ‘different things’, he seems oblivious to how I need to try some variations before we get married. Well, all of my hopes came true yesterday, and I had to write.