I was going to dress as Pam and go to a club that night featuring a CD themed night with dancing, karaoke and would be welcoming for me to show up ful...y en femme.About me- 29, swm, 5'9'', about 150 ish, long brownish auburn hair which I kept in a pony tail as I usually wore a hat over it anyway. I kept my body shaved smooth all over and was proud of my slim figure, and without sounding too cocky I think my flat tummy, long legs and bottom looked good. My ass was just curvy and firm enough to. I do enough to not look like she just finished having sex. She seems to be coming to even more, yet doesn't seem to recognize me. I put most of her clothes back on but decided to keep the panties as a trophy, even if they are soaked in piss. I checked the area outside the restroom door before helping her to what I believed to be her bedroom upstairs. It seemed to take longer to do all of this than it did to fuck her. But I was in frantic mode as I tried to get rid of any evidence of what. I am exhausted and yet have had the most extraordinary orgasm of all. “You like this don’t you someone ask?” I want to shake my head no but they shove their fingers into my cunt and feel the warmth and know I am lying. “How much more can you take?” “As much as you want to give me,” I say when they pull the panties out of my mouth. I can’t believe I just said that. It is dark and I can’t make out faces now. I think there are at least 5 of them. They turn me over and fuck me and one is. But Peter simply smiled and pointed down. My eyes moved from his and swept down, pausing at the bulge in his black jeans. My naughty fingers started moving again.I put my forehead on my arm, but pushed my butt towards him, an invitation that I did not even speak. My fingers continued to work through my folds, pinching my clit. I heard Peter’s zipper.I wanted to turn and look again but I instead kept my eyes closed and concentrated on the feeling of my fingers dancing through my own slickness. I.