I could not help myself as I discreetly glanced over the reflection of the mirror to see his dick. He had a beautiful 9 inch dick and just the sight o... it made me hard. “ok well I’ll see you out there” I said trying to get out of there as fast I could.“Wes wait” he said after he flushed the urinal and grabbed my arm. “I know you want this” he shook his dick in front of me. “I’ve seen you checking me out”“I don’t know what your talking about” I said back to him forcing my voice to sound like I. "Looking good, Jordan. Looking good. From the waist down, anyone who didn't know you were a girl would just think that you were a guy who was lucky enough to be hung like a horse, if they saw only your cock." Dee Dee lowered the plastic shield back into place, and fastened the straps. She made a few notations on a sheet on her clipboard."Tiffany and Clyda will come by either later today or tomorrow, to see how you're doing, Jordan. But since you're awake and alert now, I'll give you a few. Almost involuntarily, her right hand crept in little circles down to her navel, down to wet hot pussy to run along her swollen slit.She brought her fingers to her face, inhaled the scent, and then licked what moisture there was free. I was exerting all my willpower to keep in place and not explode right there from the erotic influence Sandy was having on me. I must have made some noise, because Sandy seemed to come back to what was going on.She stood nude, glorious, and aroused before me. She. Slaver walked to the far end of the table,and there used her fingers to examine Dumare?s vagina like it was someinteresting specimen.?No! Stop that-!? Dumare called out, tryingvainly to jerk away.Mistress slapped her three times hard onthe cheek. ?Shut up, slut! What are you going to do??Dumare struggled, thenlooked up defiantly. ?Go to hell.?Mistress seized the Countess? head andslammed it back on the steel table, making Dumare?s head ring. ?You are very,very fortunate that I want you alive to.