I followed his gaze and could see the outline of my own cock under the blue denim. Crap. Dean stood closer to me and said quietly, "Come on, we're bot... here for a reason, why don't we just get out of here? I've got a friend who lives around the corner, we could go there, have a drink..." He left the sentence hanging but his hand on my waist made it clear what he was getting at. Still slightly taken aback, I thought it over for a few seconds as I looked at Dean, noticing that he was very. . what to wear’. pushing through the racks of clothing she stopped a minute to admire her favorite outfit. She had never worn it. It was an knee length Charcoal grey 1940’s pin up styled pencil dress and an suede electric blue pair of peep toe heels. When she bought the outfit it had cost her the equivalent of nearly two months of pay. Being that it was much more dramatic and attention grabbing than her normal style, she had never found an occasion to wear it. Instead leaving it in her closet. The sensation disappeared almost immediately as she turned the clip to 120 degrees."Argghh!" I yelled."One twenty degrees," intoned the Sergeant. "Again."I had nowhere else to look other than the close up of my now purple and heavily veined balls. The hand appeared and yanked the clip to the 270 degrees."Nooooooooooooooo! Please!" I screamed. The pain was incredible — it felt like my balls were being ripped off. Up to now a part of me had been secretly enjoying the attention and experience of. She unfolded quite quickly, and sucked Dick till he came to finish off her segment."That acrobatic stuff doesn't look as if it would be all that much fun, actually," was Bob's thought.Grl number four, Tamara, was a Goth chick with soot-back hair, dead white skin (in contrast to Heather's tan), too much dark eye-shadow and mascara, and black lipstick. She had too many piercings for Bob's taste. on the other hand, she came wrapped in a mid calf length black skirt with a jagged hemline and a.