Everyone had an envelope under their chair which had the number of their turn (to fuck me). The person one number ahead could be asked to help with m... bonds and with the permissions of that number, could use my mouth. The person whose turn it was, was only allowed to fuck me.Then Adam said it was time to get this show underway... "who is Number One?"The guys in front of me, the ones that I could see, reached under their chairs and pulled out their envelopes. They were all shaking their. " Especially if she looked different," Jack put in, "I know a guy whodoes tattooing and he told me about a permanent skin dye that we couldput into the warm water of the sensory-deprivation tank. She'd soak init all that time, and when she came out, she'd be a different race!" Yeah," Doris said, "And with those pillow lips you gave her, she'd bereally convincing. Even if she ever remembered who she was, she'd neverconvince anyone. Especially if we got tapes of her performing at theDrag Club!". I walk back into the changing room to take it off. When I pull at the zipper, it won't budge. Suddenly, the door bursts open. SHIT I FORGOT TO LOCK IT! Katie pins me against the wall, closing the door with her foot. She starts kissing my neck, tracing my nipples through the dress with her delicate fingers. I shudder with pleasure. "We have thirty minutes until Lauren comes back from her coffee break. Better make this fast." Katie says in a seductive voice that makes my pussy ache. I need her.. She reached for my left leg and put it over her right shoulder. That spread my pussy wide and pulled it up against her mouth. I couldn’t pull away. She licked and swirled her tongue, exploring every nook and cranny of my lower lips.Moaning, I clung to my lover’s head.Abruptly, she pulled my right leg over her other shoulder. I was straddling her face, my feet could not touch the floor. Fortunately, there was a grab bar on the wall, for the handicapped, that I could hold onto.With her face.