‘Stop, I’m getting goosbumpy, ohh.’ Looking down over her shoulder, I saw the two tiny bumps on her blouse. ‘Enough Mr Williams, time to get r...ady,’ she pushed away and flapped a hand at me. I grinned and checked my stage outfit. Exactly the same as my street clothes, OK, good to go. After a discussion with the boys, along the lines of, why don’t we wear some matching stuff on stage like the girls? I bowed to the inevitable and gave that up as a bad job. So we continued to look like a bunch of. She got dressed and made me get dressed. We then went to sit in the hall to tell the whole story of how it all started. Renuka listened to everything calmly and asked me to go inside the room as they wanted to talk something privately. I was waiting for them for over half an hour.Now Madhavi came in first and after looking at my puzzled face started smiling. I didn’t understand anything so asked her about it. She came to me and started kissing me. She said that Renuka was okay with all this but. They have their own lives and I respect that. But once they cross my threshold, their bodies are no longer their property and their will is no longer their own.I smile and my cock begins to stiffen as I think on each one.1) Kitten: A buxom brunette of 19 whose pillowy breasts are a joy to play with, both manually and orally. Has a sensitive scalp and falls into a lassitude as I caress it with my fingernails. Enjoys being bound and bitten2) Wench: A 20 year old that has a penchant for medieval. "That got a pretty good laugh out of the group and it wasn't long before the girls wanted to hit the dance floor. I did my best not being much of a dancer but I did look forward to every slow dance possible as I was able to finally hold Emma as close as I wanted to. Besides, that was the only dancing I really enjoyed anyways.As the evening wore on, we were back at the table with the rest of the group. We had been dancing for hours it seemed and we were more than ready for a rest. We guys had.