Walking back to the table, I feel the men and some women staring at my protruding nipples. My pussy begins to tingle at the thought of them wanting me... Andrew is openly staring at my tits as I return to my seat.The waitress returns with the check and I pay the tab, giving her a very generous tip.“Time to go Andrew, I have a surprise for you.”Andrew opens the car door for me and I slip in. He hurries around and gets in. I put the car in gear, speeding off to our next destination.“What’s the. You literally had to meet a current 'member', and then he put ur name on the 'list' to get in the door. They called it simply—the leather bar.Yup lots of dudes dressed up in motorcycle jackets, chaps, chest harness, cock rings—you get the pic. To me that was just a bunch of drag—not really 'into it' I would show up in a tite pair of 501's. Black leather work boots, and a belt. That was it. I had plenty to show off without the need of a cockring to keep me swelled up. I would have a plain white. Her head rolled from side to side and she seemed to be building her pleasure again. As she caressed herself, her legs opened and closed in unison with the rocking of her head. I could now see the whole of her pussy, still glistening slightly hidden by a neatly trimmed bush. She spread her legs wide while her head swayed faster. Her fingers still tantalizing her nipples. High pitched squeals began coming from her lips. Her hips raised up and her legs opened wider. The swaying of her head turned. This Monday morning she came into work & was unusually quite, she hadn't heard from her 22 year old boyfriend Brian all weekend. Brian was an MMA fighter with a terrible temper when drunk & was extremely jealous, so much so that he'd threatened me via text messages a few times even though Cath had told him am gay. That weekend Cath asked me to stay over at her's & have a couple of drinks. As Friday night became early hrs Saturday morning Brian had kept pestering Cath, wanting just too fuck..