She told me it was a antibacterial lubricant. I was really confused at this point; evidently she had this all planned out, knowing that I would do wha...tever she asked of me.“Now, girlfriend, I want you to crunch all your fingers tight with your thumb bunched up with them.” She then took my hand and directed it to her love hole. “What I want you to do to me, lover, slowly work your entire hand into my cunt. And don’t worry, your small hand is just a fraction of the size of my baby.” I could. I had actually almost forgotten Chris was in the room, until I opened my eyes and saw him behind Brenda with his face buried into pussy from behind. Brenda began undoing my shirt buttons then pulled this off me, then leaning even lower she undid my trousers, she took the waist band in her hands at either side and began to pull them down, I raised my butt to help, then chris took hold of my trousers and said “here let me help” Brenda then knelt down between my legs and kissed my shaft. They had no idea what agony they were inflicting. Bullshit. They knew.By round seven, they were varying their strokes as their whim. On and on. Up and down their heads lovingly bobbed. It was Heaven. It was Hell. But Dante, that bastard, forgot to warn us about this particular circle. I recall at certain points, for God knows what reason, shots of tequila being pressed to my lips. I was beyond caring. In time, successfully completed rounds brought sorority-sister style giggles and speculations. You feel the couch on your backside. You smell the mixture of lavender and sandalwood. Soft music of a woman’s voice is sensually singing in the background. You find yourself relaxing to the gentle caresses and kisses you are receiving. He moves away from you, but you can hear his voice, “do not battle, just enjoy with your senses”. “Who are you?” you demand, but not truly meaning it because you find yourself so aroused. You hear a wicked laugh. You ask yourself, “Do I know him?” You begin to.