Miss Black (Jane) had somehow put some big curls, wearing some subtle make-up, looked so different from the girl I’d known all my life. Miss Orange ...Fiona) had scrapped her gorgeous red hair back, emphasising her China doll complexion. Miss Cream (Claire) was the only one who was wearing a bra, a lacy black bra was set beneath my cream shirt, and her small shapely frame caused the shirt to reach down to her knees.Jim and Tommy were stood with me as they approached. Our conversation had stopped. I usually got off at Yonge and Dundas. Right in the heart of downtown. Yonge street was amazing! So much activity; so many shops and bars and restaurants to check out. I spent a lot of time exploring the city and just seeing what it had to offer.One afternoon I decided to stop into a strip club I had passed by a few times called "The Brass Rail". I had a few drinks and watched a few dancers; I decided to pass up on an offer of a lap dance and headed back out into the street. After walking a few. .I'm going to cum soon! I'm going to cum from my pussy!!!" Yeah, babe!" Charlene yelled, bucking wildly, slamming her monster strapon in and out of Ann's cunt. "Cum for me! Cover my cock in your juices!" I'm...I'M CUMMING!!!" Ann screamed, pushing back on Charlene's strapon, her pussy tightening up on the hard rubber cock, juices pouring all over it, dripping out of her pussy, onto the floor.Charlene pulled the strapon out of Ann's pussy, the dickgirl moaning as the entire thick, hard shaft of. She stared at the huge meat and bit her lip, clearly tempted even in her anger. Then she suddenly reached back and lifted Oluth's loincloth, her eyes turning to saucers and her mouth becoming a strained 'O' as she took in the Myrnotaur's half-yard-long flaccidity. "We are so through." She managed to whisper, as she stood transfixed. Oluth pulled back and snatched his cloth from her hands."You may come with us, Saela, but you must show me more respect."She actually gave a sharp salute. "Yes.