The sound captured every little cry, moan and squeal she emitted. The sweat on her tanned body glistened and dripped. The males around her like a pack... of wild animals teased and tortured her up to climax repeatedly and then stopped. Eventually Fran could not handle it anymore. She screamed at them and then begged them to make her cum. She had been brought to the brink at least 5 times. She had to release her pent up energy. This made the males laugh. They had their directions. They unchained. His dick was limp. “She sure does give a good hand job,” he said. “Too bad you didn’t stay. You could have had one too.” He put on his boxer-briefs and got in bed. I stripped to my jockeys and got in my own bed. My journey was certainly going to be an interesting one. The next morning I dressed – jeans and a Beatles T-Shirt - and waited for Jay. He put on a black speedo and a T-shirt and said he was ready for breakfast. We decided to eat in the small kitchen and dining room in the dorm. About a. "I stood in the correct stance and extended my right arm for Sensei to grab, with my hand and fingers deliberately pointing straight down. Normally they're angled back a bit, for safety reasons, but I wanted the pointing down to be graphically clear.Sensei reached for my wrist. I visualized a finger beside his wrist, to my right of it (so his left), and pointing much the same direction as his fingers were, so toward my hand. As he extended his hand to reach for mine, his ki emerged. I poured my. "Oh... high sweetheart... you forgotten something" said Sandra."Er... yes damn it, I've misplaced a file somewhere and can't find it" I haven't seen any lying around" she replied"Well it has to be somewhere" I said moving through the house. The spare bedroom door was open and the bedcover was all crumpled, the pillow's skew-wiz. This was not the way Sandra would leave a room... especially the guest's bedroom. Now the little bell was going, tinkle, tinkle, tinkle and a little louder. Another.