Or even basic human rights. ?No bed. No toilet. Nothing. A bare stark black and thick atmosphere of inhuman dread.?There was no creature comforts beca...use there didn’t need to be. There was no basic human rights here because it wasn’t a prison, in the truest sense of the word. If it was a prison I would have those rights. ?Here I knew I had no rights and was convinced that this was my own fault. All my own fault. The knowledge that this was all my fault feeding a guilt, and a recognition, an. “Do you mind” she said “not at all” I replied, with that her hand went up under my T shirt style dress straight to my pussy and started stroking me. “Oh you are wet as I am.” she said, as she rubbed my clit with the touch only a women has. We were both now lying outstretched on the bed on our sides using our elbows to raise our heads facing each other. I raised my knees up to let Sarah have easier access to me, with her other hand she pulled her panties to one side and said check my wetness;. "Suddenly, Wenn was extemely interested. "Your abilities were manifesting by themselves?" He asked, a bit incredulous.She nodded. "Well, one was, anyway." She replied."How? What?" Wenn asked, very interested now.She blushed slightly. "I suppose you'll find out when we get to Marrat's home anyway." She murmured, her expression becoming somewhat secretive."I imagine so." Wenn said, coaxing her to speak more with widened green eyes.She leaned closer to him, close enough that he smelled honeysuckle. The front door was still open so we brashly moved closer to it, still damp and groping each other! We stood frenching our own mates. The women massaged our swelling dicks to rigidity and all of us caressed our asses.My fingers found their way between us and under Sue's curly patch. I stretched and stroked her clit until she moaned in my mouth and her knees twitched, then slid two fingers into her lusciously slippery love hole. Lois's guttural moans demanded my attention when she echoed Sue's..