The pink nipples were standing up pertly. She pushed the leotard down her legs, and stood erect, facing me. I gasped at the realization that she wasn'...t wearing any panties. My gaze traveled down her flat stomach, and lower. At first, I thought the area between her legs was completely hairless, but then I noticed a fine golden down was sprouting there. It formed a vee-shape that pointed down toward...toward... I felt my clitoris swelling...Lisa didn't seem shy at all about being naked in front. She had an evil grin at the discovery of my package. Laying back the head of my cock was visible from the top of my jeans. Jana undid my pants and spread them open unleashing my throbbing monster. Free to breathe at last my stiff rod poked up around my belly button and I felt like I could pry a trunk open with it. I sucked her firm peaches softly biting her nipples while Jana felt her way around my cock seeming to read every inch before wrapping her fist around me and squeezing lightly. I. ..would you like that?"If you can imagine me without words."But you have to sing a song for us in that dress, Sylvia, do you understand?"Did I understand? I had the song in my head before she posed the question.So there I was, a snotty, bratty little girl, not at all pretty, sixteen, in Edith Piaf's 1948 Oscar gown, in Norma Shearer's bedroom, singing "La Vie en Rose" and twirling around, gesturing with my face and body, as if this was the last song I was going to sing before I faced the. But with the wayyou're dressed it's not entirely inappropriate!" Her tittering turned toa full, sensuous laugh.I noticed that Jeri was using two sets of hand-cuffs, shackling eachwrist to the opposite elbow behind my back. "Shows off your buttbetter," she explained.Both ladies were dressed, as usual for them, in brief, clingingswimsuits and high-heeled sandals, and the effect of their nearness,their hands brushing my smooth, feminized nudity, their long shapelylegs casually sliding next to my.