I opened thepalms of my hands to the man, letting him see how soft and vulnerablethey were, like the petals of a desert flower.?I am trained to give a...man pleasure,? I said feeling his interestholding. ?I was trained in the slave pens of Banu Hashim.? It was true.To my shame I had been trained to please a man in the furs, to touch himin certain ways that would deeply arouse him, and to move in certainways in the furs that might maximise his pleasure when he had enteredme. I knew also how to. Now I did not expect him to do it again, but he did. He pulled all the way out and then all the way back inside of Bill.I could tell that Bill really liked what Jack was doing to him and after the third time, he began to tell Jack so. It did take some time but Jack never slowed down or went soft. After about five or six minutes of doing that Jack let go of his cock and it stayed stiff enough that he could push it back inside Bill with out making any kind of adjustments.I was really impressed. " Patty finally said, "My head's pretty fucked up right now."Sammy said nothing, just smiled and shook her head slightly, in silent and friendly disagreement."I don't know what I want anymore," Patty said miserably. "Not like... like you and Bobby seem to." Nobody's going to get married tomorrow, you know," said Sammy kindly, gesturing with her head towards the sleeping Bobby. "And we're all still going to be friends. You know that, don't you?" Yeah," Patty replied. "But... it feels like a ship. The front door was opened and one of the men reached into the car, as did another, through the window, on the drivers side. Åsa was keen to see more and admittedly so was I and when she suggested we walk over, I said to the driver did he think it would be OK. He answered in the afirmative, as this was what it was all about, but cautioned that two young blonds amongst masturbating men might end up with us being fucked. The Vodka was having an effect on both us girls, and Åsa said well thats why.