Such a sweetie! Istarted to answer her - but then realised she wasn't asking me at all,but Mr Icke. He called her a little tramp, whatever that means,...butagreed it would be okay. So Daisy sat on the seat next to him and pulleddown her panties.I was expecting a cunny - but I got a big surprise, because she had aclitty like mine! Only it was most peculiar, it wasn't just tucked away,like mine usually is, but was inside these silver rings, all connectedand with bars at the top that went right over. It all started when I went out to buy cigarettes. At the time, we lived near King and Dufferin in Toronto’s Parkdale neighbourhood, and since our apartment was very close to a variety store, I walked there. I was wearing a low cut, semi-sheer, pink stretch cotton top which really showed off my big, dark nipples.After leaving the store I was walking on King Street toward Tyndall when a very handsome young man, carrying what looked like a very expensive camera, came up to me and said, “Excuse me,. With a roar, he held my hips tight as he began to fill me with his cum. I could feel his heated shaft throbbing inside me as his balls emptied. Finally, his body slackened and he lay back, panting. Stud number two was done. I struggled to my feet, trying to get my bearings so I could find my next companion. Standing was a challenge after so many orgasms, and concentrating required effort. The erotic enhancements to my body had made the multiple orgasms easy to come by, but they were taking. I pulled away to slip it off and throw it off to the side, exposing my black lacy push-up and unmatched blue thong. She smiled at the sight of me and pulled me in closer kissing, her hands gliding over any part of my body she could get a hold of. I found the ribbon held corset of her black dress and started to undo it, getting her out of it as fast as I could, lusting over my want for her. Her breasts fluttered free of the fabric casing, her nipples erect and begging to be licked. I pushed her.