After dinner, John bowed out of a story, he was very tired of telling stories by now. He suggested that since they were on an adventure, they didn't n...ed adventure stories. He suggested that Zithrusa play her erghil for them, instead. They sat around the dying fire, the stars getting brighter as the night deepened, and listened to the haunting, melodic vibrations of the shivering strings.Zithrusa's music had been more melancholy than usual this night, she missed her little Butalos, but had. "That's disgusting, please don't make me eat my own shit," she begged."Too bad slut, you shouldn't dish it out if you can't take it," Mike replied forcefully as he pulled her head back onto his cock - shit and all.After we had cleaned those cocks to their satisfaction we were spun around again face to face on our knees. That is when the ass-fucking really got started. They pounded our asses for what seemed like hours as we both cried in pain - still being forced to endure it all without a drop. Her hands swept over her breasts lathering them with soap suds. This I found to be extremely erotic. Her hands paused then began caressing her breasts; did she know she was being watched? Had I revealed myself somehow? Were others watching? I noticed her fingers and thumbs teasing her nipples as she kept running her hands over those wonderful breasts. Then one hand disappeared from view heading south, was she playing with herself? My vivid imagination running rampant said she was. She turned. Iwould try to avoid any close contact, but I so wanted to just walk downa street, to feel the cool evening air under my skirt, to maybe turn ahead or two.I hurried back to the dressing table where I started curling my hair,not too much, just enough to get that distinctly feminine look. A whiteribbon choker, long drop pearl earrings, and a quick spray of myfavorite Erika scent, and I was ready to dress.I chose a too tight, too short, very clingy white cotton stretch skirtand a blousy short.