Amanda yelped and twitched as Suzanne rubbed deep and deeperinto her hole. She moaned louder and kicked.Suzanne felt her belly swell up with over two... hours’ worth of waterdrinking. Any second now, she was about to burst.She pulled out her second instrument. A soft plastic funnel. Sheplunged it quickly into Amanda’s ass. Amanda clawed at the sheets asshe ground her clit against the mattress.Suzanne scurried on top of the funnel. Straddling Amanda, she raisedher slip, squatted. Her hands covered his for a moment, pressing them against her hot chest, then moved to bracket her hips, pulling him hard into the cradle of her hips, a groan of pleasure escaped Ven's flaring nostril's.'Oh yes, yes....'his head tilted back as she raked her nails lightly along his skin.'Harder Jane.....l want to really feel you! To know you're real. Like this...touch me like this...'Ven found Jane's nipple through her open dress drawing them out with gentle twists that sent ribbons of fire. I had to lean fairly close to read it, and I noticed my nostrils flared slightly at his scent. Rolling the phrase around in my mind, I glanced up at his eyes just as the image came into my mind.He saw the flush spread over my chest, of course, because he was the kind of a guy who never missed signals of any kind from a woman."Would you care to elucidate that, a little?" I pointed with my chin, not trusting my hands not to tremble."Well; ok, let me tell you the story of where that came from. You. Across the room was a sofa with a low table in front of it. There was also a bookcase with many books and a desk. All I had ever been given to read was the bible. It was a vision from heaven."Come" she said. She led me another door and opened it. It was a bathroom with a tub, shower, flush toilet, bidet, sink and cabinets."For me, Mistress?" I am not your Mistress, just Ayala. Yes, it's for you. Our Master expects his slaves to wash and shave everyday." I looked at her face. She was beautiful.