I suppose I looked dated, like some sort of dinosaur, with my straight jeans, black shoes, white button down cotton Oxford shirt and rumpled dark brow... leather jacket.It was crowded and noisy. Loud music of a kind I detested, but that Cat seemed to like, blasted out. Her soft, slightly parched sounding voice was especially difficult to hear. Yet we got on well enough that she didn't pull back when I leaned down to kiss her for the first time. In fact I got the whole arms around the neck and. That’s all.”“Oh, come on,” Larry protested, “you expect me to believe that? He had a giant boner and was stroking it! You weren’t painting when I came in, either! You were standing there in front of him, practically naked!”“Are you kidding me?” Faith argued, “I had on the same thing I have on now with my painter’s smock over it! I wasn’t naked at all!”“You’re telling me you weren’t touching him?” Larry asked, his face revealing his lack of belief.“I didn’t touch him! I wasn’t going to touch. Roxann then took out arealistic looking rubber penis and attached it to the bar andstuck it all the way up my ass. Then she locked it to the backof my chastity belt."It's a good thing I love you Cissy. I want to make sure thatyou wiggle just like a girl, and you will with the butt pluginside you. I wouldn't want anyone to guess that you're aflaming transvestite."Everyone was roaring with laughter. Lastly, Candace produced abottle of cheap perfume, and squirted on my neck, arms, anduniform. The. Heather was not stopping as Roxanne came again and she was squirting all over Heather’s hand as she brought this beautiful actress to the greatest orgasm she had ever experienced but she was not finished with her yet.On and on she went and Roxanne was almost collapsing with the pure a****l pleasure she was enjoying and she came for a third time, spraying her juices again and this time Heather stopped as the naked quivering wreck in front of her was nearly collapsing already exhausted.Heather.