I was too afraid that if I said anything, I would say, “Yes!” so I took a big gulp of my drink. The spicy hot tomato juice burned all the way down my throat. I guess the vodka accentuates the burn because it felt like it kept burning when it got to my stomach. I Hardcore just sat there with my mouth open gasping for air. “We can return to that question later after we watch wendy satisfy Margi and eleven other horny Ma’ams and Mistresses.” The club lights didn’t dim, and the waitresses didn’t cloister themselves back behind the bar as the Head Mistress stood in the center of the stage with her microphone. “Slut-slave wendy will have ten minutes to bring all twelve Mistresses to orgasm if she is to be allowed relief,” the Mistress said loudly. Margi and the other eleven were lying on short backless couches. They were arranged in a circle with their heads pointed to the center and their legs hanging off the end of the divans. All of them had their legs spread and the smell of hot cunt was even stronger than it had been all evening. Margi and four or five of the others had removed the lower half of their outfits, but the rest were wearing full-catsuits like Brunette Dianne or abbreviated cat-suits like Shelly and they had opened the bottoms to allow access to their slits. I couldn’t imagine how the suits snapped or stuck together down there and still molded so tightly to the shape of their slit and labia when it was closed. On the woman facing directly toward me, it was obvious that the whole lower front wrapped up from the back and then attached at the sides like the front wedge of a bikini, but I couldn’t tell on the others. A large clock was brought out on stage that was blowjob set at 10:00. Then a young woman in a very short, frilly white corset dress was led out. It was very obvious that she was naked under the dress. And when she knelt down in front of the first woman, it was equally obvious that she was a he. Actually it wasn’t obvious, obvious. Her penis was trapped in some sort of clear plastic chastity device and her small testicles were in some sort of clear bag that was pulled back under her crotch by a cord that went up between her legs and tied to the back of her corset. She knelt silently for a moment or two until the Mistress said, “Begin.” The clock started counting down and the sissy started lapping. Another fight she might actually be able to go higher. She was no longer jumping between smacks. One girl shouted that the guy couldn’t swim, but there was too much noise. “Get to the front!” I yelled, physically dragging soldiers from their flanking positions. We didn’t want to create a scene at our friend’s restaurant across from the hotel since it was already crowded with the dinner rush and really had no semi-private dining area. Letting out a moan, Jennifer started to slide a hand down to touch between her legs, instinct taking over as her arousal surged. She looked at me and told me to sit down, so she could get some cock now. “Ooh, send her home to her kinky girlfriend with all that seed in her!” Face down, ass up. Gina mentally surrendered. Her blowjob vagina and asshole were bright red from friction burns , her breasts and nipples were raw from molestation. You're married." Sato and Riku helped Dave to Brunette his feet, walking him one step at a time to the next room and laying him down upon a simple yet comfortable-looking bed. It took me several minutes before I felt like getting up. Doris Hardcore squealed and doubled up, then quickly scrambled down to obey and lay herself out as instructed.