I untied his shoes and slipped them off. When I turned around to face him I could see his penis was now erect in his pants. I gave him a stern look an... asked if he was hiding something in his pants?Nervously he said, “No”. I patted the front of his pants all around his throbbing cock. “I'm going to have to take you in and preform a strip search, I believe your hiding something”. I started to lead him up to our bedroom. I had made preparations before he had arrived. The lighting was low, and the. "I can manage it." I lowered my eyes and added. "I've done this before." "Oh, you've worn women's clothes before? My father used to all the time. He said it helped him relax." I was a little stunned that he seemed to blase about me having worn women's clothes. I just nodded and hooked the bra behind my back and pulled up the straps. "You still have to adjust those in the cups, even though they're attached." He said. "Thanks." I said, not mentioning that I knew that too. "They have something on. As he convulsed for the last time I felt him sliding out. I wanted to hold him in me and milk his cock with my pussy/ass muscles but he was done. He backed off and peeled off the rubber. It was full and his smile told me I had done a nice job for him.But there was no time for congratulations. Soldier number 4 was pressing at my opening demanding the same or better treatment. He was not as long but much thicker than number 3 and his girth stroked my walnut with each entry. I was getting harder. I did miss the excitement of flirting with different men, teasing them to a state of arousal, parading my naked body to perfect strangers was always a buzz. I think James missed it also, as he was always exceptionally horny if I’d been working, teasing and arousing various men with my naked body and thigh length boots. James would sometimes come to the club and see me lap dance a guy, my naked body straddling a guys thighs, with my thigh length booted legs apart and resting my shaved pussy on.