While Greg was talking to her I leaned over with my breasts hanging out of my nightie and gently kissed him on his mouth and whispered, “Good night....�� I was back in bed thinking about what I had done and I was feeling my nipples with one had and gently rubbing my pussy with the other. At some point I fell asleep. I felt a hand moving up and down my thigh and over my pussy and then on to the other thigh. I also felt fingers trying to slide under my panties and. I'm enjoying it, looking up into John's eyes, who is still seated by my head. I see Donna and Mark stand, undressing each other. They are naked and walk to me. Donna holding his erect cock. She pushes him over me to suck his cock. I take him in my mouth and suck him as he moves up and down on my face. The taste of salt water is strong, but I didn't stop. She was right, his cock is not always so small. Shortly after they move back to the other side if the boat where he lays her down and is. He was the leader of the gang and he called him self Murphy. I showed up dressed like a regular boy. I met with the other guys, shook hands and introduced myself. They were teasing me at first when talking. They were saying I’m going to go black forever. They called me bitch boy jokingly. They were taunting me and told me that I’m going to be their prison bitch for the night. But Murphy didn’t tell them I was going to be fucked as a cross dresser and I had specially requested to be fucked like. My jelled tits obscenely stretched from my chest like two inordinately filled water balloons ready to burst. (Yep, big, big, big tips indeed)! Paul was a great boss to work for. He was always true to his word. I was never pressured into having sex with his “guests”. And I was always escorted to any private parties that I performed at. (Keeps down the unwanted wrestling matches). Working at the club really opened up my eyes to how a man’s brain really works. The more complicated they appear,.