The husband and I were now face to face, he grabbed me around the neck and pulled me in, he told me to fuck his husband, fuck him hard, then he kissed... me. My cock slid all the way in to his husband’s arse.The brunette gave out a moan and since I was bent over a fair bit kissing the blonde, I just left it buried deep inside.After a little bit, the blonde released me from our kiss and whispered to me again, he instructed me to fuck his husband…. hard.With both hands on his hips, I slowly pulled. I was a guy in a girl's body and I'd just found out I wasn't totally gay, that's all. I was bisexual or something and that had to be good, right?Did I say something about clearing my head? I take it back. I felt more confused than ever and trying to convince myself that some label could define me somehow. I'd been getting totally stuck on that, on trying to put my sexuality in a can and live within those narrow confines. But every time I turned around there was something new and unexplored and. He lays it aside and runs his fingers over my red bra. I am speechless and afraid to say anything. I just watch him. My heart beat is beginning to gain speed. He slips my bra loose and gently releases it from my shoulders, never taking his eyes off my chest. Running his finger down my cleavage, first the left and then the right, I close my eyes at his touch. He unbuttons my pants and lets them fall to the floor. I step out of my shoes. My red lace panties are all that I have left on. Reaching. The cheer that went up when she announced the name of the next rider was music to her ears.She hadn't been wrong, though, about it being a long night. Up and down the stairs she went, leading nervous women in and bringing ecstatic women out. The change in them was incredible, and as the night wore on, and the women relaxed, the gathering upstairs turned into more of a party. Tasha had left a sign-up sheet on the buffet for those interested in the Sybian Club and she counted, every time she.