After a toilet break, which the girls insisted was badly needed, we found ourselves on the dance floor in the nightclub, drinking from bottles and gyr...ting our unmentionables against each other.Hold on, let me clarify that—the girls were gyrating their unmentionables against the boys and vice versa. I didn’t see any boy-on-boy gyrating amongst our little group (although I did see some elsewhere on the dance floor). There was some girl-on-girl gyrating though and I got the distinct impression. He must have walked straight into a trap.”“Ambika might be able to find out what has happened to him,” Serena suggested.She called Manika, who had been hugging her married sister, one of the rescued noblewomen, and asked her to fetch Ambika from the guard room.Once Manika had left I said quietly:“Hasit’s story shows that there is a spy in our camp. His story wouldn’t have been plausible if Pushpa had been with us. They must have known that Pushpa was busy escorting or interrogating Kali on. She smiled and gagged and slurped and cried as she took me into her mouth. I slipped my cock out of her mouth just long enough for her to say "Thank you" and I shoved it back in.Soon she started breathing heavy and I started worrying I was going to hurt her, so I pulled my cock out and slapped her once playfully across the face. "You old bitch, you suck better than satan himself!" She blushed and gasped for breath, and I pushed her back and spread her legs and ran my hands all over her. I glance quickly over at Lynnette and Steve, who are transfixed with anticipation. Talia breathlessly urges me on. “C’mon, Rog…pump your beautiful cock for me! Stroke it good! Pump it up to a huge cum! I know you can! You’ve cum so much for me already today, but I know you’ve got more! I just know it! And I wanna see it and feel it shooting on me! I want Steve and Lynnette to see it too.” Looking back down at Talia, I see her chest heaving and her belly convulsing. Her gaze alternates between.