” Witnesses. Plural. I didn’t ask, although I certainly suspected. “How badly do you need to-” “Bad!” I interrupted, already agreeing to t...he deal. I knew her well enough to know she wouldn’t do anything I wouldn’t eventually forgive her for. “Stay put,” was all she said, and I, like a good girl, stayed put as she picked up her phone and left the room. And now, I’m sitting here, naked, trembling and nervous and full of unfulfilled desire, obeying her as she tells me to look out the window.. Noting it was Stacey’s, he decided she would go first. He grabbed out some cuffs, a flogger, a blindfold and a riding crop and placed all but the riding crop on a small table he had placed near. He fished in his pocket for the leash he always kept. Turning to Stacey, he tapping her on the shoulder with the riding crop he said, “Stand up slave, your first,” then to the others he added, “You may look up and watch girls.”Silk watched as he applied Stacey’s wrist cuffs. Once they were on he clipped. Softly I called her name and got no response. The combination of drinks and orgasms is a heady brew and she’d responded by falling asleep on me. I lay there with my chin resting on her little patch of pubic hair and kept looking at her distant face. I called her name again with the same effect. With infinite slowness I eased myself off the bed and carefully covered her with the duvet then looked around for my clothes. My bra was nowhere to be found but I gathered the rest of my stuff and headed. “Oh fuck… that’s good.” “Interesting read?” Said one of the girls who was chatting to her mates. Her friends giggled. “Ha ha,” I said. There was a loud ‘Shhhhhh’ from the taciturn librarian, trying to restore some order. Gemma’s lips were now gently kissing my pussy, as her tongue felt for my wet little opening. I was staring at the book. It could have been written in Albanian for all I knew. I was struggling, wanting to squeal from the sensations Gemma was giving me and it was taking an.