I dressed in my new car after leaving my dorm. By about 8pm I was bent forward in a video booth getting fucked by some married conventioneer. Later I ...as sucking cocks in a theater. Around 11pm things slowed and I took a break and departed the theater. I'd been edging and had not properly cum. I was hotter than hot at that point. I considered cleaning up a bit going to the bathhouse as a twink-guy for the night, but decided to see The Lounge as a gurl. Besides, if The Lounge was dead I could. I'll tell you everything you need to know, I promise. Don't be scared, Okay? This won't hurt; not even a little bit. I promise.”“Billy, I'm not supposed to do this, not EVER!” she whispered softly. “Good girls don't do this.”“Good thing you're not a good girl, then,” he said smugly. “You're a little slut, Jenny. Admit it; that's why you didn't freak out when I told you what I wanted for my half of the bet. You WANT to suck it, Jenny, and that's okay. I like the fact that you're a slut. We can. "Now for the finishing parts," said Beth as she pulled out more bags.From the first bag she produced a pair of shoes with two inch heels.Then from the second bag out came a brash red bouffant styled wig. Ipicked up the wig and looked at the throwback to the 1950's in stunnedsilence. Beth took it from me and placed it carefully on the bed."The wig is for later but for now sit on my dressing stool," requestedBeth as she steered my body in the required direction. My mind was stillnot engaging. I. I was surprised at how she was dressed, a mini skirt slit up to her butt and a slinky tank that showed there was no bra underneath.. Hell, I didn’t even know she owned cloths like that. When we got to the party I headed to the kitchen to get us drinks. When I got back I found her sitting on the couch next to some guy who had his hand under her skirt while she was rubbing what was a very large cock through his jeans. She told me I should head back to the kitchen. Don’t ask me why but I did. A.