Comecei a chorar e implorar para que parassem, que eu não ía demití-los e nem contar a ninguém. O encanador começou a rir e ninguém disse nada. ...O cara de meia idade estava tocando uma punheta já e o pau dele era enorme! Eu nunca tinha visto um daquele tamanho. Devia ter uns 25 cm, sem exagero mesmo! Mas não era muito grosso.Enquanto eu olhava ele disse: "Zé, a vagabunda gostou do meu pau, deixa ela chupar aqui." Eu disse que não queria e o Zé me empurrou pro chão e cai de joelho. O pauzudo veio. "MAID FOR BUKAKKE!If you don't mind me watching and filming that is? That should test thenew makeover." The men's jaws dropped, they eagerly led the way into thewarehouse rest area. Lacey pulled the sissy along in tow knowing it hadno way to disagree.Simon followed without a way to stop any of this. His mind repeating"This is not happening!" in a constant loop! He was still in disbeliefthat the men just saw a whore and not that he was a man. His eyes dartedaround seeing no one else around,. Not the one I'd come in: another one, with music on the otherside, she pushed me through with a playful spank on my blushing bottom."You're on, Honey!"Part 3Before I quite realized what was happening, the Stripper had pushed methrough the door (OOO! her hands on my bare bottom gave me aninvoluntary tingle.) and I was standing out on a tiny stage above a Bar-- in front of a crowd of hooting College Students -- dressed in nothingbut high heels, pasties, G-string and a strapless black. Even my one arm was sticky with cum. As I walked to the theater exit, my hips swayed, possibly in an attempt to savor the feel of my sexual activity. I thought to myself: 'Should I walk through the store and to my car like this?' I couldn’t resist, I felt too good. I opened the theater door into the store. Fortunately, there was no one other than the man behind the counter. As I walked passed him, he said, “Goodnight, honey.” I opened the door stepping outside. I don’t know if it was the cool.