They showed me kneeling in front of Cordelia who had turned my gusset inside out and presented the slick evidence of my desires to the camera, and the... showed me licking my own juices from Monica’s fingers, who was dressed - or undressed - as a cat-girl. Every minute of my depravity was recorded on camera in sparkling detail. Shame rolled in waves over me, and I wanted to hate myself, but yet, I couldn’t, because seeing these moments brought them back into my mind and unleashed my desires in. Then i knew what she was doing stading and looking at (then as i thought to my self now i know why there was a underwear in my closet and knocks at my window when i was downstairs homealone! everything connected it was her). She was about to turn around but i grabed her arm and told her "all this time it was you huh?" she replyed "I cant stop thinking about you" i said "you could off leave a note next to your undawear" (with a grin in my face) She said "sorry i was too horny that night and. Not Green Canary’s back-side. Oh, one last item for you here.”She opened a desk drawer and pulled out a small package. Inside was a fancy wristwatch in a factory box.“Wear this, all the time if you can. It has a few gadgets inside it and this is how we urgently contact members for sudden emergency meetings. The ‘normal’ mundane weekly meeting is Wednesday at noon here, but your attendance isn’t mandatory ... or even recommended. Most of the more important heroines really only come for the. There was a pile of bodies: tits, cunts, mouths, buns, fingers….the women sniffed each other, rubbed bodies, kisses were free, then Mary started pulling people away from each other. The exhausted women, older and younger, were lying on the carpet, shining with juices, streaked with lipstick, wet hair sticking to their forehead, pubic hair covering everything or nothing at all. Sarah was staring at Mary, and opened her thighs. Emily was masturbating inches away from Helen’s rack. Sarah was.