He turned her toward me and began unbuttoning the blouse in an open aisle. At the third button, she questioned what he was doing. “Thirteen buttons ...or thirteen wrong answers, simple.” Though she started to protest, she agreed and let him unbutton her---she always felt a bet or dare was a point of honor and she ‘had’ to comply no matter what! It was the perfect kind of excuse which let her submit and expose herself without blame.Despite all those buttons opened, her blouse was still half. She moaned avidly, and never ceasing her gentle clitoral massage with one hand, with the other grasped the head of her worshipper and firmly pressed it into the gaping slash which awaited his tongue and nose. As he noisily slobbered, licked, sucked, and probed both the orifices so blatantly open to his activities, he fumbled his pants down, and exposing his own hairy buttocks and puckering anal opening to the audience, began to stoke at his engorged prick. He alternated between several. "Wow..." they mumbled as colors began to shoot from Nicole's wand."These are some great special effects." Enough waiting," Greg said impatiently, "I'm going to fuck this bitch."Nicole watched in amusement as Greg's look of resolve crumbled upon therealization that he couldn't move."What the hell," Greg said, the fear in his voice betraying his attempt atcool indifference. "Why can't I move?"Nicole watched as the group of naked men started to strain in a futileeffort to move. "It's not going. We need a shower." She flounced to her en suite, hips swaying, breasts bobbing in the counterpoint to her movements. Having reached the door, she turned back to face me, put her back to the wood frame around the entry to her bathroom. She arched her back, jutting her glorious alabaster bust underneath my heated gaze, lifting her arms above her head to grip the lintel. With a knowing smile, she lewdly parted her thighs, revealing her sex. She raised an eyebrow."Well? What are you waiting for,.