It's time for themake-over!" the blond explained to which they started carrying Derrick tothe bathroom. To his shock he could indeed feel the ball tic... with everystep, sending a vibration right to his prostate. It wasn't an unpleasantfeeling, it just felt weird.Once in the bathroom the girls forced Derrick's head over the edge of thetub. They washed his hair with a sweet-smelling strawberry shampoo beforeputting some paste in and waiting a few minutes. As they rinsed his hairout again it had. The four men with the poles had carried her basket back out through the club while I was futzing with my glass. I hadn’t seen how she ended her act, but I assume that she somehow actually dropped back into the basket since the lights had never dimmed.“We need a volunteer,” he announced loudly. Then he laughed and said, “... or an unwilling participant.”While he was speaking, two security men rolled a strange-looking device out onto the stage. It was about six feet long and had what looked like. The hair on the back of my neck suddenly stands on end and my skin tingles from an invisible touch. She’s here; she’s awake. I stare straight ahead, my eyes on the throng of people making their way across the beach and into the town, but I’m not really seeing. My heart is beating hard, but my breathing is steady. Fingers brush my arms, sending a ripple of pleasure through me. I can’t help but smile and close my eyes as I feel her strong, cool arms wrap around me and her lips press onto my neck.. We had a nice talk and they told me what a great time they had and could not stop thinking about what little slut I was. Hearing that had my pussy getting pretty wet. Of course at this point I think anyone reading this knows after a dry spell I gave into temptation. I mean, I already felt comfortable around them, and knew they were nice boys (well, not nice in some ways !) Anyway, they showed up at my back door Friday evening. I live in the country with privacy and walked out on my porch.