“Yes, I do,” he breathed. She rolled off him and onto her back, with her knees up near her chest, fully exposing her pussy to him with its del...icate lips parted and waiting for him, still slick from her orgasm. He couldn’t resist feasting on her, probing her deeply with his tongue and teasing her clit with rapid flicks and gentle sucks. She gasped, moaned and bucked, pushing her hips up to meet his face. He ran his tongue down the full length of her cleft, from clit to anus, the tip of his. Slowly but surely his hand starts to move; with his thumb and finger touching each other delicately they form a ring far more gentle and forgiving than the rigid plastic at his base. Tiny nibbles on his taut foreskin give way to more exploratory caresses of his shaft. Gradually he increases the pressure, his strokes becoming faster, longer, harder, taking in the length of his cock between head and cable tie. Occasionally he slides a finger over his pulsing slit: once he pauses and squeezes. I just don’t like the crush and the drinking. The music’s okay, I guess.” “And some of the men are just dreamy.” “Chelsea doesn’t seem to think so.” “Chelsea wouldn’t know a real man if he bit her on the ass.” “Mmmmm.” Elaine giggled. “Mmmmm.” Kendra echoed, winking and grinning. When the pleasant moment had passed, Kendra leaned forward a little and whispered, “I hope you didn’t mind that I put you in bed and tidied up a bit last night. I thought it might be a bit. Ann noticed that it smelled like sex and sweat. Initially the view of what was on the table aroused her, despite her own pain. There was a young girl stretched out on the low table, her legs spread almost into a split, her arms drawn over her head and pulled far enough that her sweat slicked armpits were almost flat. She was young enough that her tits were only small, flattened swells against her chest. Her ribs were outlined against her pale skin and her thin tummy was concave due to her.