Bridgette, he realized. ‘Jacques? Have I reached monsieur Jacques?’ Bridgette asked in a ridiculously over-the-top French accent. Jack laughed a...nd asked, ‘What’s with the accent, Mignonette?’ ‘Does it sound good? I’ve been practicing. The guests love it!’ ‘It sounds pretty fucking ridiculous, to be honest. You’ve never even been to France.’ ‘I was a concierge at the Paris Las Vegas though, imbécile!’ Bridgette laughed. Jack held in his laugh and asked, ‘Where you at now?’ ‘I’m over at. I had only my sheer mid-thigh stockings left. Chuck stood to pull his shorts off and I moved to pull my hose down. He put a hand over mine, “No, leave them on.” I looked at his nakedness. I’d seen three other erections in my life but looking at what Chuck had for me drove a diamond hard spike of desire directly to my quivering womb. His hard-on stood long, thick and firm, angled up so I could see the single eye glistening with clear fluid. I’d handled hard cocks before but I hadn’t screwed. It did seem to be out of place, but the thought of going into the photo booth, compared to the sounds that were coming from the other ones seemed to be a safer choice. So, she thought she would just get a few pictures and quickly leave, her original urge for adventure had now been tempered with uncertainty. Once in the booth she sat down on the stool pulled the side curtain closed and relaxed, she then rummaged through her tiny white purse for the obligatory quarters and stuck them in the. It was subtle but they both found themselves leaningagainst one another, alcohol clearly swimming in their heads. Jacob wastoo relaxed for his own good, leaning against another man was testamentto that but he didn't care. He felt...sultry? Seductive? At least a littleof the two and he found himself being very, very curious.Leon thought he was a girl and for all purposes he was. His disguise wasa new body entirely and in all essence he was a female. Leon could nevertell the difference, what.