I mean my cock ring. I have a cock, not a clit!I was angry at myself for having the controller to the ring so close to me, but not even thinking of lo...king through the suitcase for it. I could have removed their control over me and been free, but I was too concerned with getting to a cab and freeing myself that way. I needed to be more focused - surely there would be other opportunities to get free while we were in Vegas, I just had to be smart. My thoughts were interrupted by another jolt,. Other parts of her anatomy had been rather more appealing up till now. Two O’s of surprise echoed each other. It was Stella who recovered first. “Jimmy… What are you doing here?” He noticed, again, for the first time that night that her hair was just below shoulder length and really quite brown and not held in a face changing bun at the back of her head. “I er… I er… got lost.” He grinned sheepishly. And then, with a little more back bone and very little fore thought, said.. I broach the subject of M’s wedding ring to which she sighs as lays out her own troubled relationship. Here‘s to group of jilted lovers then as I raise my glass. This brings a musical laugh form M and a shy smile that hits H’s eyes.M asks H to join her in the restroom and asked me to wait for them. Smiling I reply how dumb would I have to be to leave the company of such beautiful women. Bigger smile from H this time as she and M make their way to the ladies. Peeking, I see that the girls from. Our lips touch softly as my hand continues to caress her large but firm breasts. My hand covers her right breast and I feel her nipple hardening against my palm. Our kiss grows more passionate as I open my hand and make circles on her nipple with my palm. She turns on her back and her hand begins to stroke my chest, moving slowly from side to side before moving downward. I roll back slightly allowing her access to my growing manhood. Wetting my fingers between my lips, I lightly pinch her.