The entire timethe two kneeling sissies carried on their boot idolatry. The other twohusbands observed nervously, awaiting their turns to be publicly...demeaned.At last the scenario was halted and all four husbands were instructed tokneel in a row in the middle of the room. Their eyes darted left andright as they tried to gauge each other's reactions to what was goingon."Well," said Melba easily, "what's a party without party games? Right,sissies?" After the quartet of faux girls nodded, she. The hand slowly slid to the front of my body until it stopped on my upper thigh. I could now see it belonged to a man. A black one…Continuing to move his hand upward on my thigh, he reached his final destination: my crotch. Massaging my cock through the fabric of my trousers, it was now responding to his touch. Instinctively I moved my body closer to his, my butt now rubbing against the bulge in his pants. Continuing to massage my cock through my clothing during the subway ride, this stranger. At some point one of them slid his pants off and he was sliding against her, skin against skin. Terry took one of Mika’s nipples in his mouth and bit down ever so softly. She let out a shriek and spasmed against him, humping his torso, her tits smacking into his head spasmodically. Mika dug her nails into his back and gripped for all she was worth. After a moment it passed and she fell back again on the bed, her flace flushed red. ‘Just from that?’ Terry said, incredulous. ‘My tits happen to be. ) We pulled over and Charlie looked confused."What's wrong?" I asked."I've lost the others!" he panicked."Its okay, ill plug my phone in your fag lighter so I can ring them," I replied."Thank god! Your a lifesaver," he giggled. We sat in silence for a few moments and I noticed his gaze was in the direction of where I was sitting, perked on his passenger car seat."Looking for something?" I smirked."No," he replied shyly, "just you look really nice tonight, I've never seen you in a skirt." I was.