The guys start using their hands too – and not only on their own cocks. I feel my boobs getting massaged by several men at once – and I really lik... the way they stroke me. Not all of them are doing it synchronously – each tit is getting rubbed in a very special way. I start moaning and moving my head faster because the pleasure is so intense. My boobs are big, no doubt – but not big enough to fill all hands. I feel some of the guys start petting me down lower...I'm all wet and the guys. Grigori’s jaw clenched.“Do not mock me” he warned her. Sitting up, she took his hand in both of hers.“Kill me” she said urgently. “I know you are the one who will do it. This is why I came to here”.Grigori leant back and took a sip of wine, eyeing her shrewdly.“Where have you come from?” he asked “And who are you? I don’t understand”. She rolled off the table, went to where her coat still lay discarded on the floor and handed Grigori an envelope from the pocket. He unfolded the newspaper. ‘In the village where I lived when I came into adolescence, there were few young men because of the war,’ Su Lin said as she sipped her margarita and absent-mindedly stroked her hand up Jenifer’s inner thigh. ‘My introduction to the Arts of Pleasure was from the other girls my age. We would find our satisfaction by kissing and stroking each other with our hands, using our fingers as imitation penises. No one of us ever thought to use our mouths or tongues to give pleasure. Now that I know how. A slight smile would come over her gorgeous lips every so often, I think due to the effects her undressing had on me. I was frozen, just watching, it was probably the sexiest thing I had ever witnessed. The last button was undone and with a small swish of her shoulders, the blouse dropped to the floor. Her bra was so cute. Light blue with white flowers, cupping her perky breasts so lovingly. I could see a glimpse of her nipples being outlined in the fabric. I looked up and she was smirking ever.