She bent over presenting her ass to the guys now closest to the stageand after shaking it a couple of times, she lowered herself to her knees,allowing...them free access. She could feel firm strong fingers dig into her fleshas words like "gigantic" and "fat" were muttered behind her. Every touch andevery word just sent pleasure coursing through her body, and before she knewit, she was facing the audience again, still on her knees within reach of anyonestepping forward.Her bra was already flying. “You used your mouth on my cunny,” Tabitha pointed out.“That’s different. I wasn’t satiating a man’s vile lusts, I was curing your hysterics.” The lie was so reassuring. It wasn’t sex between us—sinful, lesbian sex—but two girls helping each other out. The fact it was the most wonderful thing in the world only made the chore a delight to perform. “I liked curing your hysterics.”“And I was having fun until your ... tentacles sprouted.” Tabitha’s hand touched my bare thigh. My nightgown hadn’t. You do it now, she finally said. I wasnt sure what she meant, but I assumed she wanted me to do the flashy leg crossing thing for her. I didnt need any more encouragement to undress. My penis was throbbing painfully in my underwear. I pulled down my pants and underwear together and stepped out of them. Her eyes were as glued to my bobbing erection as mine had been to her vulva a few seconds before. I told her to take off her skirt so I could put it on, but she didnt move. She just stared. Moving on to underwear. She argued that she already had underwear, and besides, guys wouldn’t see her underwear until they got into the bedroom, and by then she had already gotten them where she wanted, and they weren’t likely to back out then. But Sam pointed out that in order for her to get into character, she would have to dress the part to the skin. She had to give him right. She would probably not be able to act like a silly sex kitten with a pair of white cotton panties on. Sam has.