Hell, I hoped she didn’t drown in that pond!I couldn’t take my eyes away, watching Pauli’s hands around Karen’s waist, rubbing her body, movin...g her hands to the bottom button on Karen’s blouse – undoing it, moving to the next, continuing their kiss. I watched Pauli’s fingers, moving from one button to the next, my heart rate going up with every button.And then… and then, the very top button was undone… the last one. Pauli pulled back, stepped slightly away from Karen… and pushed it her blouse. In other words, they could do what they liked with me as long as they complied with the club rules, which proscribed extreme v******e leading to any type of permanent harm and the involvement of c***dren under the age of consent (which is 16 in the UK, so I was in the clear, even though Nathalie thought I was 18). I arrived at Nathalie’s place at the appointed hour. First, Nathalie asked me to sign the terms of engagement. As guests were arriving, she asked me to, at first, pretend to be a. I go to an all girls catholic high school and I have a group of friendsthat I am close with. Well we all pretty much discovered mast. when wewere juniors. We sometimes talked about it.About our orgasms. I love whenwe talked about it. Well I have boyfriend and i am straight. Well, myfriends and i sometimes would masturbate in front of each other or in thestalls in school together. No one touch each other. Do any girls or guysdo this?One time we masturbated at this girls house in a circle. I. .. what I...I stopped and took a deep breath. When I opened my eyes I realized both men were watching me. It was as if they could tell what I was thinking. My feelings must have been written plainly across my face.Really girl? Are you really trying to compare which was worse? It was like trying to defend why a horse turd was less offensive than a cow pie when they're both shit!It was at that moment, I stopped trying to justify my feelings. My feelings were still there and just as intense as.