Adelaide slapped Angel across her exposed breasts, and Angel’s deep moan was as equal in desire as it was in pain. She whimpered as she stood before... the Goddess, her blouse ruined, her youthful beauty exposed. The Goddess looked to her male slave. He rose up from the bed and took his place behind Angel. Angel tried to turn as she felt the thick fingers of Orlando move up her legs, working the tight leather of her skirt up the curve of her thighs. “No, no,” Adelaide scolded, “Eyes to me. I open the case, and inside is what I assume from my limited musical knowledge is a bass. I grab it out and just kind of hold it, having no idea what I’m doing. Jack now has a guitar on himself, and following his lead, I slide the strap over my head.“Most bassists play with their fingers, but that takes practice, and we ain’t got time for that shit! Take this.” Jack says throwing a pick at me. Next he says “all the songs we will play tonight you can play with just one note, so just follow along. Such a great ass, firm but soft. I lowered my reach to touch her pussy. Her pussy was the wettest pussy I ever felt. No need to gently insert my fingers. She was dripping wet and my fingers went in and out of her with ease first time. I was so turned on and said among the passionate other things that "I want to strip for you". We continued for quite a while until it started to rain. Soon we were back in her apartment and on her couch. She in a teasing way when we managed to come up for. God, she could never remember being so excitedly wanting! If... if... only she could think straight!Jeff gaped upward with befogged eyes at the fat, wildly drunk woman who was squatting over him, plunging up and down on his cock, her massive tits hanging and swaying obnoxiously as she worked toward her climax. He saw that there was another waiting, fingering herself as she watched her forerunner... but she wasn't so bad... somewhere in her fifties, but slender and maybe with a tight enough cunt.