The wheels were in motion.I built a small tray out of clear plexiglass to hold the bracelet. It was just large enough to fit in, laying perfectly flat...and stretched out. I also rented a portable testing machine to run the guys through. We've always been careful in that regard, I must say, even though our usual choice of volunteers is not in a high risk group. You just never know.Finally, the appointed night arrived. We drove over to the club in the Jag, and I held the bracelet in its little. He is just the cock am looking for right now.“Give me a marathon Mikey, come on baby, it’s just what I need right now.” I said to Mikey, handing him the T-shirt I had been wearing. He tied it tight around my waist, twisting each side giving him handles to hold onto.Mikey is the fastest fucker of the group. He has a long thin cock which is perfect for poking my cervix which I love after a good warm-up. Once he gets a rhythm going he picks up speed. He can usually pound me at top speed for five. I unbuttoned her jeans and slid it down. She removed it completely by cycling her legs and left it on the floor. Just after she did that, I could feel her eagerness to undress me. She pulled my t-shirt up and removed it. We had a complete hug and I could feel her struggling to remove my jeans. We loosened up the hug. But even before she could think about removing my jeans, I removed her petticoat and bra in a single go. She felt so shy because it was her 1st time. “You made me naked like this. As she ended the song, everyone applauded and yelled their approval. Steve, Gwen, Charlie, and the band all clapped along with the audience. Gwen had tears trickling down her cheeks as she rushed over and hugged her friend."I think we found your next single!" whispered Gwen as she held her friend tightly. "That was so powerful, and so right for the situation. You're amazing!"The fireworks were set off a short time later. It was an expensive and extremely patriotic display and all of those.