I looked to Connie again.“Ready to go?” I asked.Connie looked at my cock again, an expression of near-terror in her eyes. Then, sighed, closed her...eyes, took a deep breath and stood straight, her head even with my shoulder.“Let’s do it.” She said.The lights went out and we moved quickly, me sliding up onto the table and Connie moving to straddle my head, taking my cock in her hand and lowering her lips to mere inches from the bulbous head. The lights flashed on and everybody at the table either. ...and of course all pinks," shesnickered.Jen pulled me to one of the changing booths and pushed me inside closingthe curtain behind me."Strip!" she ordered.With quivering fingers I stripped down to my knickers, I tried to keepsome pride by not revealing the chastity cage, but who was I kidding. Iwas just debating whether to take them off when Miss Jen swished thecurtain aside revealing me to the whole shop. Luckily only a couple ofteenage girls could see me and they started giggling."Nice. Watching me from under her fringe."You're home early" she states.I waste no time undressing. The boy flees to the bathroom as I turn her over, still panting and slick with sweat. She tries to form words, but they're lost to a wistful "oh" as I slide inside her, still soaking from the boys efforts."Ummm, sloppy seconds is it?", she asks as we build into a familiar rythm. I don't answer, intent on my goal, oblivious of her needs. I needn't have bothered. I'm rewarded in less than a minute by a. She wasn't surprised at what she found there."And you? Do you have some ... entertainment lined up too, Joe?" I don't know what's in store for me. I may have a partner. I may be watching the two of you. I may be joining the two of you." That's more than I really needed to know. All right, I'll go with ... Miss Ling." She brightened a bit and girlishly chirped, "Ta Ta, husband of mine."Ling (not Georgette, which was merely the Asian girl's stage name) guided Val past the gawking patrons and into.