I kept all of these articles in a 2' by 2' empty cassette holder that zipped closed in the bottom of my closet. To be honest, most of my early 'girly...things' were swiped from the pharmacy. A pair of hose, a tube of lipstick, the fishnet stockings, they were all conveniently 'lost' in the shuffle of daily drug store business.I bought some things too. I bought a pair of black g-string panties. I love a g-string. The feeling of vulnerability and sexual energy that comes with a racy thong is like. O's cock was becoming more insistent and poking and prodding at me with more urgency than before, and as Gabe withdrew ever so slowly, O was already there. I was empty for only a split second before O was pushing up into me as I sank down on his big cock. I lent down to kiss his big full lips as I moved my hips to milk him.Even with O nestled in my tight hole, Gabe still poked his tip at me, he was insatiable. I felt copious amounts of lube being squirted directly onto my ass hole. It was slick. Both were easy to talk to, and after another round (we bought this time) they asked if we’d like to dance. Alison put her hand out and laid our plan bare to them. They had passed our communications test. “You didn’t even imply anything other than simple interest in us – no overt suggestions or overtures – well done!” The guys asked what test was next. “Dancing” I said quickly “If move well on the dance floor and can keep up, we’ll move on” Bryce wondered aloud where we’d move on to. “Why, Kat’s. Instead of another dress, I reached into the Ann Summers bag and pulled out the bra, I undid my bra and put it down, I stroked my nipples wanting to tease John even more, I put the new bra on, it felt fabulous, I then pulled my knickers down, put them on the side and the picked out the corset, I slowly put this on, imagining what I was doing to John, I then rolled down my holdups, then bent over, reaching into the back for the thong, I made a meal out of it, knowing the he was seeing my pussy.