There was ample space for the seven of us to be seated on the three couches. Attention, of course, was focused on Doris, innocently unaware she was to...be our little schoolish plaything for the evening. She sat beside Tara on one of the couches, legs crossed and rather carelessly showing quite a stretch of stocking clad thigh, suspender straps and bare skin. Tara put her hand on Doris's knee and smilingly asked, "Are you ready to enjoy yourself, Doris?"Doris looked puzzled at the question, but. She could almost see Derrick's eyes glinting with malice. Yet there was nothing for her to do but to obey. By sundown she was dressed. Penelope wore a knee-length white dress, short for royal standards. The garment was made with additional padding for her breasts, making them look even larger than usual. Yet she thought she could bear anything, including scandalous rumors, since this was the last night of her slavery. The entire walk to the great hall – and through the. I watch you as I drink it - under the table my foot slides up your legs and comes to rest between your legs, pushing against your cock teasingly. I smile as a low groan escapes your lips, you expression stays the same though as you look at me.It's too much, you can't take anymore as you lunge at me across the table, grabbing my hair and forcing your tongue into my mouth. I sigh, my heart races. Yes, yes!I climb onto the table to get to you, I need you now. Plates and cutlery clutter as we push. Then one night it wasn't. They were lying on the living room carpet jacking each other off, their heads up against the industrial cable spool they used for a coffee table and their feet dipping under the fabric flap at the bottom of the busted easy chair. Their slim naked sides collided in little electric volts of contact, but all in all it was a typical scene at 3 a.m. in their shared apartment in the rural town of Groom, Pennsylvania. There was a newly purchased and half-killed case of.