Everyone saw how hot and excited I was. "Otis, you better take her to bed and fuck her," Jack said. "She is more than ready for you. She loves to fuck...so do a good job." We all headed to a bedroom and closed the doors behind us. I remembered Otis promising me hours of fucking, I wondered if he was bragging. I jumped onto the bed and motioned for him to come to me. I made him lie down on his back. When I was ready I would mount him, not the other way around. I started kissing his lips and worked. As a crossdresser I was promised plenty of sex from the other patrons – there were plenty of gangbang photos on the website:-) The ‘sex’ day arrived and I prepared very carefully with an enema to ensure I was clean during penetration, did my make up really carefully and struggled into my pvc corset, g-string, stockings, boots and long pvc gloves, slipped on my leather coat and drove to the ‘club’ The ‘club’ was a caravan, inside the caravan were 4 men and a rather large woman that one man was. You bow your head as I walk over to you and fold the belt in two. I kneel down in front of you. My throbbing shaft still hard, the wick so wet with your melted candle wax that you can smell yourself, even I can smell you on me. “Open up.” I tap you and the side of your chin and you open your mouth. “I’m sorry.” You say as you realise that the belt is for you to bite down on like a bit-gag but I’m not interested. “Shut up!” I kneel behind holding the belt in your mouth like a bridled hoarse.. I agreed without hesitating. I reached their home on Wednesday evening, dropped my uncle to the airport and was back. I had three days before her mom could arrive. I had to capitalize on this opportunity. Her kids were also a problem.I slept in the other room with one of her kids. This irritated me. I was getting hornier minute by minute. I had to do something, but couldn’t. So I went into the bathroom, masturbated and slept. I got busy with work the next day, but she was running around my mind.