As he opened the door to her office she was at her desk, a glass table really, with only a monitor, phone and a note pad. When she rotated in her chai... to rise her legs parted just enough to get a glance of the lace welt of her low denier black stockings. She stood and walked to greet me, a statuesque elegant woman maybe 50 but as firm and fit as 25 year old athletic woman. Wearing red stiletto heels black stockings with a tight black mid thigh skirt that revealed her suspenders as she walked. We ordered drinks, a beer for me, Scotch for Lois and Lamar. Lois looked flushed and happy from dancing. "Have you been long in Las Vegas?" I asked."A couple of days. I usually come here three or four times a year. I like the clubs." You mean the dancing?" asked Lois."Yes, I love to dance. I find nice partners here, too." He smiled at Lois. "You see, I often meet couples like yourselves at the Peppermint Club. The ladies like to dance, and he the husband prefers to watch." He grinned at me.I. ‘What are you, nuts?’ Brian hissed. Michelle pulled her gun out. ‘I’ve already lost so much,’ she told him. ‘The least I could have in return is to know why.’ She got out and Brian followed hurriedly, scared to be alone. ‘Wait!’ The glass door at the front had been smashed open, with fragments of broken glass all over the concrete and the blue carpet inside. They walked down the hall cautiously until Brian tapped Michelle’s shoulder. ‘That’s the room, I think,’ he whispered. She slowly creeped. The end which faced Abigail's cunt had rubbery nubs which would slot into her moist slit and stimulate her clitoris when strapped on; she was to have full satisfaction in reducing Rex to the status of a female. Rex's cock bobbed as if to acknowledge the presence of a superior penis; he could not take his eyes from the proud and bulbous flanged bell-end which would render him female. Abigail shivered with pleasure as she slotted the stimulating nubs into her moist cunt and fastened the straps;.