He reached between my legs again and when he found my dick he was speechless.He tore my panties, untied the sock with which I had tied my penis. !!Thi... time it emptied on my face.I could barely walk home in high heels, my socks were in stitches, my panties were unknown. Then I decided to invite a man home by confessing to him before the meetingI prepared myself - evening make-up, with brocade on the cheekbones, raspberry lipstick, blonde.Gorgeous white lace bra and belt with garters, beige. "You two have enough explaining to do as it is, and I'm not going anywhere until I get one." The look of determination on Sarah's face told me that we were in big trouble, and Joanne's expression confirmed my worst fears. But Sarah was kind enough to give us some privacy, backing out of the tent's doorway and letting the flap drop back into place, but she did leave the flap's zipper undone."Jim, how the hell are we going to keep her from blabbing to everyone back home?" Joanne asked, her tone. She started by running her tongue along the shaft, slowly, from the base to the tip. She kept her eyes trained on me, and each time she got to the tip, she started again.I began running my hand through her messy hair as she continued to tease me.She kept looking at me as she took the tip in her mouth, her mouth open wide when she took it in. Then she would close her mouth as she pulled it out, with an audible pop at the end. She had on hand on the base, stroking it as she took it in and out of. She was all for making hercostume better next year.The French maid chuckled, apparently thinking the same thing. Shequickly tip toed, that is the best she could do in those 5 inch stilettoshoes, to the bathroom and shut the door. Megan tapped her footimpatiently waiting for her turn to use the restroom. Her foot began tohurt from the tapping so she stopped and knelt down to rub it to soothe.The toes of her shoes seemed more cramped than before and just added toher discomfort. She could feel her.