The girl's hands disappeared under my kilt, apparently planning on removing my underwear first.The girl's hands disappeared under my kilt, apparently planning on removing my underwear first. She stopped suddenly and looked up at me, surprise registering on her face. Her hands slid from my hips to my groin and she wrapped her hand around my cock. "Now I know what Roman Soldiers DON'T wear under here!" She said, eliciting a laugh from the crowd. She found the clasp of the kilt and it dropped away. She was still kneeling and as she stood up, she let my cock brush her face and chest. I sighed deeply when she faced me. She stood almost against me as she undid the many buttons of the tunic, my cock pressed upwards against her stomach. She started undulating sensuously against me, and I heard the cat-calls and whistles, mostly from the other ladies present. I saw Denise watching, a big smile on her face, her nipples pressing against her dress, and she was rooting for the "buffalo scout" to continue. She peeled my tunic off, pulling it off towards my back and pressing herself against me. Her lips grazed my right nipple and I felt her tounge flick over it quickly. She pulled my tunic off and let it drop to the floor. Pressing her short body against me, she raised her hands and removed my mask, showing the now standard paint-mask. Her nails raked down my back as she sensously gave me a brief hug. Everyone applauded a good performance (on her part) and Dave told us to stand with the other naked guests. The room was segregated by dressed and undressed. The undressed side was dwindling quickly and since my turn, it seemed that the acts were getting more and more erotic. Two turns later Denise was called up just before the Southern- belle. It dawned on me that two men could be undressing each other, but as it turned out none did. I wondered how Denise would react, and watched her move quickly to undress the small blonde. Once the dress fell away, Denise was faced with a lavender corset. The blonde wore no panties and her bush showed clearly. I watched, very aroused, when Denise started unfastening the corset by reaching around the blonde instead of standing behind her. The blonde just leaned into Denise and her face was just barely above Denise's cleavage. Once the corset released her, her breasts sagged just a bit to reveal their true fullness and shape. |