Before we'd pushed even half way through the crowd, four of Mr. Phillip'sgoons had swooped down upon poor Jim and I. Taking us by the arms, we werehus...led over towards the now dark stage. The musicians had packed it up,and the stage had been cleared except for a single microphone stand in thecenter.Standing in a row in front of the stage were the three hired prostitutesdressed in their matching maid outfits. There was a petite Asian girl withwaist length black hair, a slim brunette and a lovely. He then asks are you comfy is any of the straps to tight ,you may answer me.letting him know as I wiggle around getting in a comfy spot I am fine .Ok let's start your fantasy..... Telling me he will start with scents then the taste.I am to identify each smell then taste. He waves something in front of my nose slowly catching a sweet smell he waves it againasking what it is telling him it is a strawberry ,he then tells me to part my lips open my mouth and suck then bite what a wonderful taste. Now at the back of the caravan, she parted her legs and looked down while starting to pee, just a little controlled trickle of golden pee at first passed her lips, before a sudden gush spraying all over the place. I took my cock in my hand, stroking it in front of her and making it hard as I watched her pee.What seemed like an age past before it started to slow in to a controlled stream again, I had to feel it on me, just like it had sprayed down her leg and pushed my cock in to the flow,. Well, he had to admit that she looked like one of the angels out of the Victoria's Secret catalog. "I know what you're thinking, Everett," she said sweetly. "And yes, it's intentional... we assume a form that's comforting or pleasing to whomever we visit." Everett smiled, and had to admit that he felt both comforted and pleased as he gazed upon the tall, slim woman with the shining face, long, curly brown hair, scanty underclothing, and huge wings sprouting from her back. This time, the angel.