As you say, it couldn't be too bad."The discussion went on with most of the ladies having some input, until Melissa turned to a petite, gamine, dark h...aired girl and said. "Vanessa. We haven't heard anything from you yet. What do you think?" Well, at first I thought it was awful, and dreadfully immoral," there were one or two giggles. "Yes," she continued, "but when it comes down to it I don't suppose it is any more immoral than what we already do. So I vote we go with it, it'll work out to be. Sitting around watching me on the screen wereMaster Cock, Sir Houser, BikerMan and another man who I hadn't seenbefore. This man was sitting just in his underwear and was extremelyhairy. He looked like a gorilla so my mind called him GorillaMan. Howeverwhen answering anyone I was to say Master to Master Cock and Sir to therest unless instructed otherwise.Master Cock asked me if, "I liked being a girl?" There was no other reply I could make other then, "Yes Master." To which he told me to walk. Dianne told meto head for the trash can all the way across the lot. Then to meet herat the craft megastore a mile away down the approach road to theairport. She then entered her car and left me to walk the hundreds offeet to the trash can with wet panties in my hands. I passed bycommuters finding their cars, and cringed at my situation, at thetrashcan I dropped in the panties and saw writing on the seat."Aunt Cora keep my keys, Marla wears the pants, so I wear panties" wason the back. On the. Finally sucking her clit into my mouth and allowing my tongue to flick it while pushing two fingers into her pussy.Jackie was like someone with breathing difficulties. In fact, at one point I almost stopped but realised that the more I fucked her with my fingers and sucked her clit the more she panted. Soon she was fucking my fingers and face. Me I was just as bad. I had stopped worrying about the noise we were making. Allowed my orgasm to just flood over me or should I say flood over Jackie. I.