I pretended not to have heard her."You noticed him too?" I replied. "She's really pushing the boundariesagain, Madonna, isn't she?"I was trying to di...tract her as I was uncomfortable with admitting that Iwas excited at the idea of what it would be like to wear panties and abra."I'll answer your question if you answer mine," Jane replied making clearshe was not going to be easily distracted. "Is my Tarzan a ladyboy?"She reached for her lipgloss and painted her lips."I told you real men don't. She works as a consultant to an investment firm and is very "corporate" looking. 5'8" 130 pounds, 36c chest and great hips and ass! She does let loose on the weekends and we've always had a great sex life. This, however, was not exactly part of our fantasies. She slid on sheer black stockings and walked to her closet. She reached into the back and pulled out a red cocktail dress - one that I'd never seen before. She slid into it and made me zip up the back. I stood behind her as she checked. I panted, gasping for breath as he pounded me, his rhythm as fast as my racing heart.“Wonderful,” said a voice in my earphones, interrupting Barry White’s gravely crooning. “Looks great.”I quivered, each word translated into electric pulses which surged toward my pussy, the negative terminal, and merged with the delicious burn of fat cock stretching muscular walls.“Oh yes, splendid.”I sighed… moaned. With three cameras and ten sets of human eyes watching my every move, I’d never been so. I feel her hands run over my shoulders as her fingers slide under the top of my shirt. I feel a hard pull against my body followed by the cool air rushing over my exposed breasts as she rips my top clean in two right down the middle. The riding crop appears over my shoulder as it begins to trace over my nipples, making them firm and tingle. She motions to two of the men over towards me who stand on either side of me. As she nods, they each take one of my breasts in their hands and begin to.