“That’s it,” I replied, “the shows over; I’m going now.”
“I don’t fucking think so!” His eyes were wide open and his nose was flaring; “the rest of us want some pussy too.”
Horrified I looked over my shoulder to see 5 or 6 young guys in various stages of undress and 3 others snorting coke off the dressing table. Over the next few months word went out that I wore stockings and I was never short of a boyfriend. I responded in kind and our tongues quickly curled around each other like two snakes in a basket. “Where can we go?” Dean asked; breathing heavily with excitement. An hour later, dressed in the same clothes that I’d left the house in the previous night I drove home. “Oh shhiiiiitttt!” I gasped as his huge middle finger easily slid into my willing hole. As soon as he let go of my hair and pulled his cock out I threw my head back to gulp in some air and swallow his spunk but as I did the two
