Strap-on WorshipA naked woman standing before a man on his knees has got his attention. At eye level with her vagina he is like a fly in a spiders web... and can be left in no doubt that her pleasure will take preference. That holds true also if that lady is wearing a strap-on. It is not the phallus or the fact that she shouldn’t have one that is the turn on but the woman on top that is the driver of desire. The penis is the perceived symbol of power, yet suddenly here is woman wielding that. It felt like a near foot long dick was inside her by the time it stopped.She breathed heavily, feeling it inside of her. Not moving anymore. She was going mad needing to know what was going to happen to her next. Suddenly she gasped hard as her body was shoved down on the bed. Her hands pinned to the bed above her head.She was staring at nothing but she felt like she was staring directly at it. And it her.In image flashed in her mind.A deathly pale man with a black hole in his chest. Black hole. My hand joined the attendant's at her mound and we smiled at each other as she worked Carrie's clit and I pushed two fingers inside the lush warm hole that clenched down on them as she groaned wantonly. The attendant it turned out was bi sexual and wanted us both, a wondrous deed that came to pass shortly.I stripped and soon found myself between the two women gasping as one kissed me and the other sucked my long thick cock to near my eruption, but left me unfinished for the other. We sucked,. "Say, Mr. Gentleman, could you help me?" She held up her hands and I saw the problem - she (and her friends) wore these huge decorated fingernails so she could not work the clasp on her top. That was why the other two wore t-shirts.Well, I am a gentleman, so I gingerly helped her without trying to grab an extra feel or anything. I had to get behind her. The bikini bottom in back was pretty much nonexistent. The gusset, which was just like a strip of binding tape, stopped just above the rosebud.