A few women were dressed as schoolgirls in blazers and ridiculously short skirts displaying stockings and either navy blue knickers, or tiny white pan...ties.I watched with my penis causing me a great deal of discomfort in my jeans as a girl wearing just a tiny white rubber bra and equally tiny white rubber mini skirt held a half-full glass between her thighs and filled it to the brim with her own urine. Her female lover, also clad in an identical white rubber outfit took an empty glass and half. " Thus chastised a slightly sulky Cathy picked up an old editionof Glamour and glowered meanwhile Claude got to work, muttering 'sacre-blu!' every so often."Et volia!" Claude exclaimed as he finished with the blow-dryer andstood to one side to let me glance at the mirror. Bloody hell! I mean,like, wow! Cathy got up and hugged a very smug looking Claude. I don'tknow how he had done it, but if anything my hair looked even longerthan it did before, yet there was a pile of hair littering the. I looked over and saw she had landed on a windshield of a car and a piece of glass had rammed through her neck. Blood was pouring everywhere but she was already dead. I could also make out a couple that had been fucking in the front seat were also dead from her landing. At that point I vowed to only fuck in the backseat of a car if ever I fucked in a car at all. Anyway, having that stupid bitch out of the way freed the coach and he gladly continued fucking me. A minute later and he gave me his. ‘Sure you don’t want to meet in the bathroom again?’ ‘Right after the show,’ I mumbled back with false bravado. I caressed the smooth skin of her flank with one had and could feel my chest tightening. I was wondering who this test was being performed on, Jodi or myself? Sasha had reached up and untied her dress, dropping the front to reveal her breasts. They swayed in response to her dance, and I found myself entranced by her dark skin and even darker nipples. She drew Jodi’s face to her chest.