Surrounding equipment made me think that real live gynecology had been performed there and later that year, I would find out how true that supposition...was. All sorts of equipment that I’d previously only seen in trade publications soon came into view. But the thing that got my fullest attention was a beauty salon station complete with a make-up counter, shampoo bowl and hood dryer, and manicure and pedicure stations all arrayed around a majestic fuchsia-colored chair. Beyond that, mostly out of. Main andar gayi aur woh gate lock karke aa gaya. Usne aate hi mujhse top utaarne kaha aur main thoda sharmati hui top kholne lagi. Mere bra ko dekhte hi woh bed pe baith gaya aur bola “chal ab panty bhi dikha..” maine apni jeans bhi khol di. Usse mujhe aise dekh kar mazaa aa raha tha. Mere paas aakar bola “chal ab main gana bajata hu aur tu dance kar aise kapde mein aur dhire dhire yeh bhi utaar de” .. maine naachna shuru kiya aur woh mujhe jagah jagah haath laga raha tha. Meri bra utaari usne. But that's exactly why I like it. You see, every Sunday, one of my oldest and dearest lovers invites me to his home while his wife is at church. He also invites several of his friends…who invite their friends…and who invite their friends ;-) We call it "Sunday Funday".While I usually travel very discretely, these men want me in full drag, in the sluttiest outfits and highest heels imaginable. This time, I was wearing a cowgirl outfit with a brown pair of boots, complete with 6 inch heels, a. ..including a cute and curvy 20-year-old of mixed Jewish/Creole parentage. As a teenager, she'd been a professional dancer, touring with various interchangeable boy bands, performing for arenas full of pre's, 'tweens, and young teens. Around the time she began to outgrow the music, her body outgrew *her*, and she segued easily into life as a nude lap dancer. I'd gotten to know her pretty well during her stint at my wife's club, and I always looked forward to taking her into one of the 'stand-up.