She was nakedunderneath, having been ?prepared? for interrogation earlier. With her armsexposed by the short sleeves, her bound hands were obvious. Th...y were cuffedbehind her back with tight steel manacles. In addition a canvas bag had beenloosely thrown over her head. ?Quiet!? the goon demanded in a gravelly voice, ?or I?llgive you more of the same.?The woman walked on, prodded by the goon?s hand in thesmall of her back. One of her slippers fell off. ?Leave it!? he said. Shecouldn?t see where. My groin bumps up against the butterfly pushing it against her clit. Lexi moans and tries to push back against me harder, making the butterfly press against her clit harder. I pull back slowly from her groin and begin stroking in and out of her pussy. I start with the long slow strokes, savoring the feeling of my cock sliding in her wet pussy. I can feel the buzzing of the butterfly on the inside of her, adding to my own arousal. I look down at her taking in the whole picture at once. Her face. So slowly he moved, so gently, that I wondered if I was just too excited for my own good. I could feel my lips swelling, I could feel moisture on my soft inner thighs as I began to prepare for my lover. His entire arm was under my dress, his palm moving between my legs, from behind, until I could feel his strong arm under my ass cheek. Finally, I was sure I felt his hand, just the inner edge, pressing against my curlies. Pressing is probably too strong a word. Just skimming, just making. " she said, her legs were trembling in her excitement.Terry looked at the two men sitting across from her and smiled pointedly. "The two of you are getting blowjobs, and my job is to keep talking as if nothing is going on down there, is that it?" Yes... oh, God, yes!" Trevor exclaimed, as Gretchen took him deep."And just who is blowing you, darling?" Terry asked Paul."I'm not sure... I think its Barbara, but..."From under the table, Barbara took him from her mouth and whispered, "Tis I, the.