“We are doing your nails first then hair, facial, and makeup.” She then led me to a pedicure station and told me to have a seat and relax. Relax? ...ow could that happen? I had somehow been duped into wearing a dress and heels and getting a full salon treatment. If I was a woman I guess I would have been elated. However, all I could think about was how I would end up looking. I also fretted about how I was going to get my male clothes back and return to my male self. The nail tech could not have. I licked up all of her sweet juices that had begun to ooze out of her. She tasted amazing; musky but still feminine. She was moaning at the top of her lungs, anyone could have easily walked in to Shelly on her back with my face buried between her legs and my ass in the air. I couldn’t help but moan into her pussy with that idea running through my mind. She loved it, because when I looked up at her, she was pushing herself off the wall with her hands and she had wrapped her legs around my head.. She heard them shouting out their respected number as they came in her, 5, 6, 7.…..15, 16, and 17. She was so lost in her feelings she lost track of the men. “Was it fifteen already? Damn it, it is half way over!” she thought as she screamed another orgasm in to the ball-gag. She no longer grunted in to the ball with rage, she moaned into it in lust.Jake saw this, and removed the ball-gag from her mouth. As soon as she could move her jaw she screamed, “Fuck me, pound me, shove a cock in me, cum. I knew how she was going to taste in my mouth and I knew she was going to be a wonderful fuck. She gave me all the indication that she was going to take care of me and have her way with me. I'm not sure how deep my tongue was inside her or what hole my mouth was working over but I remember the feeling of hands on my hips. Startled isn't a good word to describe the feeling; it's more somewhere between "what the fuck" and "I'm about to start swinging". I was on all fours eating her ass and.