That was his undoing. Less than a second after he slowly surfaced, Judy, who must have been tagged by Sam, was now Marco and said the word.Even before... he was able to say the response, he heard Judy say, "Gotcha" and Sam said, "Not again. OK. Everybody ready?" and started counting.A quick push off and he was underwater once more. Back down to the deep end of the pool Steve silently came up in a corner there. He heard feet running around the edge of the pool and a cannonball caught him off guard.. And so he drank of her sacred chalice until he had his full.He then massaged her silken inner thighs as he rhythmically lashed her tiny clitoris with his tongue. Her ribbed abs contracted and constricted, rippling as she moaned with great pleasure.As he continued at a steady beat to tongue her sensitive button, he worked his middle finger into her moist, impossibly tight, vaginal fissure. He rolled his finger around and around, stretching her divine orifice. Then wedging in a second finger, he. She was like putty in his hands and soon she was headed back with him to his place. As soon as she arrived she saw there were three other young women like herself, two Caucasian and one black. Being naive, submissive and unassuming this hardly phased her. Anthony offered her a soft drink which she gladly accepted and snacks. He also sent one of the other girls (who of course were members of his stable) out for fast food, which was like manna from heaven to Michele, and before she knew it was. About 20 minutes later, Susan came walking in with the picnic basket. Her face was red as a beet, her shirt was wet with perspiration, and she was sweating like a . . . well I’ve always heard it is impolite to say a woman is sweating, so let just say she had water pouring off her face. ‘What the hell did they pack in this thing,’ she asked, ‘it must wear 30 pounds.’ I thought she must be exaggerating . . . at least until I hobbled over and picked it up. ‘More like 40 pounds,’ I said, then.