I glanced up at Trish’s window and saw the curtains still closed and the view between Sara’s legs was getting clearer as the caffeine took effect ...nd my cock was pushing further out the leg of my shorts, it was so tempting to just pull it out but I thought I would focus a bit longer on the teasing anonymity of the situation, after all neither of us could see the other looking, damn it was arousing and now I had to adjust myself and pull my cock out the fly of my shorts, OMG that felt better. As I said earlier, I’ve lead an innocent life and never been to a strip joint and in my mind we were now going to watch some attractive young men dance and strip down to their briefs whilst we cheered . For the next few moments I was happy that I was right and joined in with the shouting and laughing, until the young guy, about the same age as my son, turned his back on us, presenting a perfect peach of a bum and only a thin strip of white material which he played with suggestively before. Shana was dimly aware she was being watched intently, but hadgiven up all pretense of dignity as the piston continued to stretch her. Thesoft, squishing, stretching noise was faintly audible, in the silences betweenthe sounds coming from the back of her throat as she felt herself open. She hadnever heard herself make the sounds she was making before. It didn?t sound likeher voice, but she knew it was her voice, and she could not help but make thesounds. "Aa...?? a... a..." The piston no. His clothing were like mine except mine were for girls obviously. My short, short, SHORT shorts were riped and torn and showed quite a bit of my dark violet lace thong. My shirt was pure purple with pictures of wings onthe back. It was also torn to show my matching bra. My choker was different. His thorns that were dimond shape face out wards mine faced inwards meaning I was looking for a master. His eyes shone in the moon light, showing that he was a sinister man, but I could see deep into.