Occasionally, he would switch through the other rooms. There was some 3P SM action going on in one. He should have brought a second laptop. Overall th...ugh, he was pleased with himself, this one party, properly edited, would supply his distributors for months. They’d been going at it for some time and it should last most of the night. He’d brought beer and smokes, his greasy old sleeping bag, and a disc player. Remnants of donuts, half eaten bags of chips, manga magazines, were strewn about the. "There little bro, now was that so hard? Come here." I walked over to her, until we stood face to face. With her high heeled boots she stood slightly taller than I. Our lips met, and I felt the hot warmth of her tongue encircling my own, probing my mouth. With one hand she reached down and stroked the front of my jeans, caressing the outline of my erection. "Mmm, maybe it was really hard after all," she whispered. Her face just inches from my own she asked, "Was I good yesterday,. I let out a moan and increased pressure on his dickraj kissed both my nipples alternately and pulled at them. I cried and requested him to be gentle but of no use. He kneaded both my breasts till they began hurting. Now his one hand was inside my ghagra raising it my milky fleshy thighs. He pushed his hand between my legs and rubbed my womanhood through my panties. I ride out and pushed my thighs together.With unrelenting pressure he separated them again and raised my ghagra to waist. Then he. Platinum-blonde was for “Vicky” (our little pricktease among our group of friends), jet-black was for “Julie” (my stripper fantasy), and a fiery red one was for “Chrissy” (named for another stripper at the same club).It became natural for me to dress this way, and it wasn’t always even a sexual come-on. I found my voice coming out in a higher register when I was dressed, and I felt my attitude be a little more protective of Mike, more wanting to please him … just like a wife or a girlfriend.