The Inquisitors weren't cruel. But they were skilled demonologists, and utterly merciless. Honestly, he preferred the random beatings. But even they w...ere preferable to the Oracle, with her eyes filled with the radiance of Afodisia. Eyes that seemed to see right into the scarred pit that had once held his soul. Her questions were troubling. When she even asked questions. Her statements and her silences were even worse. Even her blood, sweet as it had been, held an aftertaste that he hadn't cared. I removed my leather skirt leaving me in my zip up red mini dress, stockings and boots with my wet, used cunt on show. They liked me talking dirty, so I did my best. They played with each other for ages, rubbing, kissing, sucking on each other. I lay back rubbing my clit. I found two men together arousing and my pussy was very wet. I went over and joined them, sucking cock and being licked in a three way, much sexier than I had expected. Eventually they positioned me on all fours with my arse. Nervously, Jean fidgeted with her hands, the unexpected exhibitionism taking her off-guard and momentarily, as it had before in the woman's bedroom, briefly hypnotizing her."What's wrong, dear? Haven't you ever seen a naked woman before? Or, perhaps it's just that I sensually arouse you... is that it?" Maggie Keele taunted, stirring languorously to provoke her ivory-white charms into inciting ripples beneath the flimsy material.Jean felt her cheeks flushing hotly at the smirking woman's. I guess we did keep some secrets between us then. You were so ‘matter of fact’ about it all, I thought that you had no desire to do it again. I did the same thing. Once in a while I still do, I’ve always wanted to watch you do it. By the way, what did you find for your cum?”Brad came back with “Yeah, like I said, me too. Cum? my shorts, they’re a mess. All your fault, you can wash them.”Suddenly we were siblings again “My fault hell, your cum, your shorts, you wash ‘em.”We fell asleep and it.