Amy was flopping under Pete as he pumped in and out. Amy's right hand had been on Sara's breast, but now it slid down between Sara's legs her index mi...dle and ring fingers went easily into Sara's opening. Only a few short thrust then her pinky joined in with the other fingers. Her hand slid in her wet entrance, Amy's thumb pressed against her clit making Sara moan into Amy's nipple which was very sensitive. Sara stimulated Amy's clit, involuntarily moaning on Amy's sensitive nipple, and Pete. "May I use one of your guards now and then?"The queen blinked at her, thought about the boy who had driven his huge phallus into her less than fifteen minutes before, and said, "Of course, my dear. But be careful. They can be habit forming."The girl nodded. "My maids are doing their best, and I have been using the wonderful toys you gave me and reading those stories. But, well, I think I need a bit more, a real cock." Say penis, dear, or member. Don't be common."The girl nodded. "Sorry." Just. When she lingered a few seconds, I almost expected next act to be a brown log being extruded from her arse, but it didn’t come to pass. Ultimately, she waggled her butt, slightly, rose, and stepped back away from the ground, wet from her piss. Before she could pull her panties and trousers up, I stepped forward and announced my presence asking, “What do you think you’re doing here?”At first she didn’t answer, but after some seconds, replied, “I had to go really bad and I couldn’t make it home,. Liz gave a couple of waves and I offered the same.Word must have gotten out that Liz was on the way because the music critic from the newspaper was there with a photographer. The woman despised country music but had written a rave review of Liz’s San Diego show – telling all and sundry that she would be willing to travel anywhere within reason to see Liz perform again (and then proving it by driving up to Los Angeles for an encore).“A couple of questions?” the woman asked hopefully after Liz.