It then hit me, yes I could leave but dressed like a slut and that’s before they did whatever twisted things they had in mind. I walked into the mai... room and there were three other guys, they all whooped and hollered, I was told I was to waitress and serve them tonight, firstly fetch drinks, I allowed myself to think, this isn’t that difficult, I wasn’t into cross dressing but enjoyed the humiliation of it. The door bell rang and fear grabbed me, not more guys, I’ve taken three on before and. With a wave of a hand the bikini grew to cover her breasts, the bottom part remained a g-string style but Anthony didn't argue farther. "Alright let's go," Anthony said and lifted a cooler onto his shoulder and a backpack on the other. They could just pull food out of the air but people might notice them doing that so the cool was to disguise their summoning of food and the backpack was the same for towels or anything else they might need. They rode the elevator down and walked through the. It wasn’t as if I didn’t enjoy the work I was doing, but the internal debate kept running in the back of my mind. The pros and cons came more to the forefront as I turned my phone back on at the end of the shoot I just wrapped up when I saw another text from Robert. ‘Are you OK? Haven’t heard from you in a while.’ I wasn’t ready to answer that question either. Over the next few days, I was jammed with work and Michael kept asking if I thought any more about his idea and if I had time to get. I of course told her yes. She told me that Amy had told her that I was very good at eating pussy. I blushed as I wasn't expecting this. I told her that I did enjoy eating pussy ALOT. And Karen asked if I would consider eating her. Now I really blushed because I had wished I could eat Karen out for a couple months. But considering that she was a lesbian never thought I would get a chance. I took Karen into the bedroom and she stripped and laid back on the bed. Her pussy was beautiful. Small.