I smiled and opened my mouth to kiss the long thick nipple. My hand caressed cunnie's slit from the outside before pulling up and slipping into them t... touch the source of that wetness.Cunnie gasped deeply and moaned out a question to Kat. "Mistress, may Your cunnie cum for Miss. Please, Mistress?"I glanced up to see Kat nod as I felt Her hand slipping under my skirt and between My legs to rub My now dripping pussy. I shuddered against cunnie's throbbing nipple as she quaked against my hand,. I think a number of them get a kick out me, all dressed up in what they consider male attire and flirting with all the ladies, young and old, plain and gorgeous, just as the men do. Unless I make a point of drawing attention to it, the coat hides the fact that I am wearing a brand new strapon. I don't expect to have the opportunity to use it but I enjoy knowing its there and I'm taking the time suggested by the manufacturer to get used to it.I was circulating through the crowd, taking the. Mmm we had such a great feeling for each other's bodies it was lovely; I knew she'd be as conscientious with me as I was with her and I love that rare feeling."C'mon let's fuck f'real," she gasped eventually, nodding her head towards the sofa. Looking around I noticed for the first time we were in a small kitchenette kind of room with a pull-out bed sofa closed up, obviously in a hurry with sheets poking out from the cracks.I walked, deeply inside her, holding her ass as she squeezed her tits. She had just (finally) gotten rid of an insufferably persistent gentleman by acquiescing to his request for a date. Cassandra, or Cassie, as those she was closest to called her, sat down in the comfy leather chair that had been an office-warming gift from her grandfather and turned her eyes to the ceiling as she mulled over the prospective night ahead.Not to mention the thousands of unwritten dating 'rules' that she could make neither hide nor hair of. Cassie knew that she was not good company.