”“Huh?” I managed.“Peter has had a crush on me for years,” she said, “but if I had gone with him, or you, it would have broken up our happ... gang.”I thought about that for a while, playing the scenarios in my head. If either of us had scored with Becky, the other would have been hurt to much to be friends anymore.“That's why you were so careful about your nights out.” I said.“Right the first time.” she agreed. “You might take a while, but you can think things through when you want to.”I. She hated being held on tenterhooks. “Fuck me!” she cried. “Fuck me now!”This proved to be a bad move. Suddenly she was laying there, untouched, sensing the men moving away. There was chatter, a lot of it in a foreign language. Then, someone said, “Remember, whore, we tell you what to do. You do not tell us what to do!”“I’m sorry,” she said instinctively, then regretted saying it, since it obviously made no difference to the men. She felt the collar tighten round her neck and understood someone. I could feel her starting to react, moaning gently with each kiss. She raised her arms above her head and I started to remove her top, unbuttoning her shirt to expose her perfect D-cup breasts. I moved my lips down her neck and fastened onto one of her breasts, suckling on the dark brown areola until her nipple stood stiffly to attention. While I was lavishing attention on her left nipple I gently stroked down her arms and sides. After a while I moved to the other breast until both nipples. "Jane would you slide my foreskin down to Freds redhead is showing." "Why?" "Because that is the most sensitive part and the sensation will be soooo much better." When that was accomplished I asked Jane once again to kiss Fred with her lips slightly more open.Now I was going for broke. I raised my hips so my penis went a little further into Jane's mouth. "Jane close your lips as much as you can and use your tongue to lick Fred's head. Oh that is so good. Jane would you move your head up and.