The food was great, we were all busy chatting and getting to know one another, I could tell I was going to really fit in to this party as they made me... feel totally relaxed. After dinner we all went into this other room, there were four couples and Jon and myself. I looked around the room and could see couples kissing, others touching one another up, I felt almost excited to be watching then, my nicks were beginning to get a little damp, I looked at Jon, looked into his eyes and just knew he. So I had to find a way to make them think together, but for a long while it stymied me." Tell me about it," she said, rolling her eyes."It was when I saw how close were the two expeditionary groups to each other"—he avoided calling them war parties—"and realized they were well within the limits of their think-together reach, that I understood how to accomplish it. It was a variation on the interference signal we used on the first trip." So?" Back then they were so accustomed to broadcasting. The guy who wants to torture me, do lots of painful stuff to me, won! With out knowing it, I started to play with my self.Mom then said; “Marcy what are you doing?”I looked down, I had two fingers rubbing my clit. I quickly pulled my hand away. Jim came up to me, and he reached down to touch me.He looked at mom, and said; “The slut is wet, I think she’s turned on.” Jim then said to me, “did you want the Russian to win?”“No Master, I don’t, I don’t know why I’m.”Mom interrupted me; “Marcy the. I don’t want it to stop just yet. Crawling up along side him, we start to kiss deeply. Our tongues dancing wildly in one another’s mouths, as his hands dive between my legs, finding evidence of my intense desire for him. My pussy is so wet, I can feel my juices begin to trickle down my thighs. His fingers quickly find my hard nub and begin to draw slow, lazy circles around it. He knows that is how I love for him to touch me there. His hand leaves my clit and he plunges 2 fingers deeply inside.