"Open itnow, then we can get started".I knew I was invited to come round and dress at her flat, but beyondthat, we hadn't really made a plan. I needed...a private place and shewanted to see. At our last lunch she'd asked me about my dressing andI'd boasted that I was getting pretty good, so she'd called my bluff,told me she wanted to see. At first I'd dismissed it as crazy, but sheseemed serious, and that part of every tranny that wants an audiencetook over.It made sense. A place to dress, no. Our heads emerge quickly, and I instantly hear her laughing and giggling. I look at her kicking her firm legs, keeping us up. Her body’s clinging to me more and her pussy is pressed right against my dick. Christina rests her head right in the crook of my neck. Fuck, what am I doing? I think to myself. Without even realizing it, I surrender to the impulses of my body and begin to grind against her little pussy. And for a moment, a very brief moment, she begins to grind back. Her nails dig into. I slid my finger inside her slit again and felt her clit hard against my finger tip. “You are all very naughty girls. I’m afraid I will have to punish your slits, just as you spanked my cock when I was unable to control it.” Jen leapt up, thrusting her chest forward, “You cannot do that to us.” I found it difficult to concentrate with her tits pushed towards me like that, “May I remind you all that you spanked my cock.” I picked up the little leather strap, “and I am going to spank your. There were white sand beaches with mild, bright blue waves crashing onto the shore and the hot sun beating down on the barely-clothed beauties. Big bellies were waddling about in revealing bikinis, showing as much skin as they could thrust into the daylight. The only one pieces I saw were the girls who had decided against bikini tops, their dark nipples pointing out like erasers on pencils. I was amazed at how collectively brazen these women were. At home no woman this gravid would consider.