"My panties," I gasped, "Take them off!"Greg looked up at me and laughed saying, "You're mine until I take them off!" I tried to kick my legs to free ...the panties, but I couldn't get them down in the position I was in and his tongue was advancing along my slit again.I was building rapidly. My head was rolling gently on the floor and I kept repeating, "Oh My God," over and over again as his tongue drove me nearer to my orgasm.My body tightened and I thrashed under him as the orgasm roared through. I was in doubt what i should do, but i thought this would be my chance! Silently i waited if he was really going for it or just scratching. I heard him reposition himself a bit and then he whispered very very soflty: "yo Rob". I was frozen. I kinda knew he was double checking if i was really asleep, but wasnt 100% sure. I decided i could delay the response pretending to be almost asleep, to be a litte decent to my buddy. But he didnt give me a chance to doubt. I heard the blankets move, and. Or can I? I strain to hear it, suddenly focused for the first time in ages. It sounds concerned but as I struggle to decipher her words, it slowly drifts away. Words aren't needed to make me nervous, simply the sound of her voice makes my heart go nuts.After a few minutes of silence, I snigger to myself at the though of her being here. Why would she? She had obviously never cared about me to have done what she did or how she had ... But no, nothing further was heard. Obviously my mind was. ”“Really? But I have to pay for that?”Clark ran his hand along the statue from one end to the other as if caressing a pet. Marco tightened his shoulders.“Okay, I’ll give you seven hundred fifty dollars worth of stuff, so really it will just cost you two hundred and fifty dollars.”“I guess,” Marco squeaked.“I know if I just go home with just this thing she’ll definitely shove it up my ass.”Clark let out a laugh and clapped his hands.“Oh she will be so satisfied. I’ll write out the directions for.