” I said as her hands started working my feet, then slowly moving up my legs.She spent some amount of time rubbing and kneading my calves, but I fel... that she was hurrying though them to get to my thighs so that she could start working my sweet spot. Getting into character, I decided not to let it happen just yet.“You know, if you could just rub my heels a bit. They are sore from all the walking and talking and doing stuff.”As she went to work, I felt that this wasn’t actually a bad idea. I’d. No one can possibly see anything untoward in this confined space. By now she is noticeably pushing back into me and making the slightest rather sweet little sounds as I grow more adventurous beginning to fondle both heavy mounds. My fingers feel the lacy undergarments through the silky material and trace around the hardening nubs that seem to be responding so wonderfully to my teenage fingers. The occasional sigh from those beautiful full pink lips is now audible, at least to me and fully. Sir take my champagne glass from my hand, puts it to my mouth. I drink his offering as Sir Stewart slips a hand inside my dress and pinches my nipple. Sir does the same to my other nipple as Sir Thompson pulls my dress high enough to rub my arse."Ooohh, I'm getting hot."Sir Thompson pulls the zipper down and all three men take a step back."Shelly, remove your dress, leave the thong and shoes on." Sir says as they remove their shirts, shoes and socks.I teasingly slip the dress from my shoulders,. The painfrom the second needle building, she starts to lose herself in atrance of a different kind. Adrenaline replacing the artificial drugin her system, her body pushes her awareness away from the pain.She cries out as the second needle penetrates her skin, sticks outfrom her nipple, but her slow, deep breathing doesn't stop, even asshe cries out again and again, until she's helped him push fiveneedles into her nipples.Keeping the sixth needle he is sinking into her steady with one hand,he.