Mistress Janice, mywife, and Mistress Jackie, my sister were dressing me dreamily,obediently, but their backs would shudder, like they were having cum...spasms. I wondered if the drinks had some sort of Viagra or Spanish fly.Even Steve seemed to move in slow motion. I wondered if it was me, inhyper time, the adrenaline jazzing through me, though even now, I felttired and weak and something else.The sun was at mid sky now. I glanced, and could see the shimmer of heatoutside. It was going to be a. Again, my arm was around her shoulder and I wasted no time in copping a feel. Unlike the strict school uniform, her shirt revealed a little bit of cleavage. Not much, but enough to give me an idea. With what I thought was a suave manoeuvre, I slid my hand under her shirt. My dick was pressing hard against my shorts, and I became acutely aware that her arm would have been able to feel it. She didnt mention it, but she did let loose a small sigh as I squeezed her boobs through her thin bra. . “Vixen,” she replied, and dashed into the depths of the club. Dane walked around to the entrance and saw the bright moniker displaying the image of a woman with her head thrown back in ecstasy and the words reading Femme Mystique Bar and Lounge. Gulping down his assumptions, he stepped inside and walked through a long hall lined with glass mirrors, pink velvet, blue lighting, and women in lingerie. They each reached out seductively to touch any part of him they could as he passed by, one even. It's slim but I would not describe myself as skinny at all. It dips into me before it flares out again at my hips. I followed my curves and I loved how it felt. When a man does this it makes me go all soft and weak at the knees, but I have to admit, I only feel those caresses when there's a cock the size of King Dong between my legs. My hands rested on my hips for a while before one of them started to caress my arse. My hands seemed to have a mind of their own. They knew what to do without any.