Sliding the sundress up my smooth legs, I pulled the thong to one side and slipped the dildo into my tight asshole. There was no point in pulling the ...hong down and engaging my tiny cock, that thing was useless and besides, it felt better whenever I thought I didn't have one. While fucking my asshole with the dildo, I scrolled through the selfies I had made earlier, admiring my beautiful feminine self and wishing I could look and dress like that all the time. I then found a few social media. The retreat was based on a large lot of land, well away from the hustle and bustle of the city. It was private, secluded and extremely expensive. But money wasn’t an issue. I’d just divorced my cheating rat-fink bastard of an ex-husband and had the cash to spare. There was a range of services that the spa offered from your traditional massages and relaxation, Pilates, yoga and the like to some more risqué services. I’d purchased the traditional package, but tonight, I was feeling a little. "No. I guess I just have received enough blow jobs that I know what works and what doesn't work. I think that's one of the great things about being with you and Chantal. I have never been with women before who knew how well to please a cock. Obviously, you and Chantal would know what it takes to please a cock because you have one."Rebecca laughed. The conversation turned from sex talk to small talk. Rebecca was a interior decorator, and we discussed the design of restaurants until Chantal. "No, that's fine," I leaned against the wall feeling the amount of alcohol I had drunk getting to my head. She moved closer to me and our lips were almost touching. "So what did you ask me before? Sorry I couldn't hear over the music," she laughed."Um, I can't remember," I took a step forward and wobbled a bit but she grabbed me quickly. "What do you do?" I'm a stripper in a club. I performed earlier on," she told me."Strip for me," I said.Her blue eyes widened in surprise."Please," I begged. I.