Every time I sank down onto his throbbing cock he pushed back upwards. One of his hands dropped between us, working my swollen clit until I couldn’t... take anymore. There was nowhere to go, nothing to do but take it and fall apart right there on his cock. My body ached with the twist of pleasure and he didn’t stop moving his hand even as I gasped and moaned above him.“Please – I can’t, please!”“You gotta have more than one for me, angel.”It was as though he knew me better than I knew myself. Even. I chose, all from Transformation (CD shop in Bristol, UK, no longer there unfortunately) a long line black satin brassiere, stuffing it with poly bags filled with water, a high-waisted corset with 8 suspenders small sized pantie girdle to keep my penis controlled, black seamed stockings, 6” high heeled black patent stilettos, a scoop necked white sweater which allowed my bra straps to show, black satin underskirt and a black satin full skirt and a pair of black satin elbow length gloves. ’ Moe glanced over at Dutch. ‘Flamingo’s is your place, ain’t it?’ Dutch stood beside Moe, sipping his drink and staring through the mirror, avoiding Moe’s eye. ‘Some people you just can’t say no to.’ ‘Put that in writing, and I’ll paste it in my scrapbook.’ Dutch opened his mouth, but then suddenly went mute. Moe was waiting for the straight dope, but something or someone stopped Dutch from dealing it. The sudden look of alarm smothering the club owner’s face had Moe chasing his stare. In. Anyway, what the girls had learned to tune into was my body language, and I admit in the beginning I had been faking every bit of it. But I quickly found I was doing it automatically, and by this time I would have had to concentrate to stop.Even in the dark like that, all four of them knew I was getting horny, almost as if they too were telepathic. They all thought it was funny when I mentioned this to them, but it didn't divert their attention from our growing arousal one bit."In a moment, I'm.