She was gentle, working on my body like it was a fragile thing, I loved every moment of it. I gasped with pleasure as she closed her lips around my c...it; I moaned as she slipped a finger into me. Ophelia’s gentle touch aroused me, my heart pounded, my breath quickened, I wanted more. I put my hands on the back of her head and arched my hips toward her, letting her know I needed more.As I neared climax Tyler’s voice came from across the room. “I know you weren’t planning on keeping her all to. There was also a huge building behind the stage to change costumes and to keep things. Only a few rooms were used during rehearsal and nobody bothered about the other rooms. Most rooms were locked but there was one room in the back that was open with a working latch on the inside. I cleaned the room a bit and found some old thick blankets (which were used as a replacement for carpets). I figured that by folding the blanket, they act as a comfy bed and I managed to smuggle in a clean bedsheet. Lynn knew what was happening in Lydia, and delighted of it. It was her power to allow a slave to come or not. It was the best way to teach her who was in control. She addressed Lydia: "I bet you would give anything for an orgasm! But I don't want you to loose your mind on your first punishment, so I will allow you to come. In five minutes, your dildoes will vibrate with enough force to make you climax!"Lydia heard the Mistress. The arousal was even worse, for now she knew that release was at. I had gotten a lot moister and my nipples never got harder that night than when I was fantasizing about Jacqui's mouth on them. Am I gay? Am I a dyke? I hope not. I don't think I am. Leastwise, I am not going to let Jack convince me that I'm a lesbian. Maybe he's not a very good lay. Maybe sex is bound to be bad between friends. And yet, we both said we felt romantic feelings towards each other. That's why we had sex. It was supposed to seal our love. Instead, it's pushed us farther apart. I.