"No baby. I'm just rubbing my cock against her pussy. It's called 'Bump and Grind'."I grabbed onto Brit's breasts, squeezing them as she and I did the...bump and grind. Then I said it was Lori's turn. Brit stepped aside letting Lori get in front of me. She pulled down her panties, stepping out of them as well. She too held my cock as I did the bump and grind with her. I grabbed on her tits, squeezing those little A's. They seemed to like this little foreplay. When I finished with Lori, my cock. I tried to stutter some protest, or explanation, or demand, but she cut me off."It's OK. Everything will be just fine. There's plenty of time to see about that. Perhaps, for now, you would prefer something else?"With those words, 'something else' slid between my legs. It was thicker, hotter, pushing between her fingers and my outer lips, sliding up along my slit. I looked down to see the flared head rub up over my clit and into my pubic patch. I shuddered and moaned a confused protest."I know,. I assumed it was the hormones making them so, but that knowledge didn’t help with the uncomfortable feeling I was getting from the constant rubbing of the false tits on my hypersensitive skin. I could feel my nipples getting stiff just from pressing against the rubber and the feeling was making me a little excited much to my chagrin.Trying to put the strange sensation in my chest out of my mind I moved on to the stockings. They were white cotton thigh highs that stopped just above my knees with. I hadn’t seen what he put in his ad. Apparently we would all put in $500 and would play poker with the winner of the night getting the pot. They all nodded. Just then Bronwyn and Ruth walked in. “These are our hostesses” he said “they are here to make the night one to remember”. I knew they would go overboard. Both dressed identically. See-through blouse without a bra, a very short shirt over a thong and high stiletto heel shoes. “Hello gentlemen” said Bronwyn “would you like beer or wine.