“And do what?” he prompted, sliding his middle finger just inside my open slit.Speechless, I could do nothing but watch him wiggle his finger, tea...ing me. “Come on…you know what you want. If you don’t tell me, then I’ll just…” he warned, pulling his hand away from my body slowly.“Finger fuck me! Please! Don’t stop, please,” I begged.Wet, sloppy noises came from my pussy, as he pushed his thick middle finger all the way inside me. I dropped my head back onto his shoulder, as he slid another. ’ ‘But the plan is to exchange rewards, isn’t it.’ ‘Yes, very much,’ said Mason, running his tongue down those still very beautiful although somewhat sweaty legs. ‘This is fabulous,’ he said, ‘causing Sierra’s well-primed body to judder into small waves of orgasm. Mason performed a little cunnilingus but Sierra was so charged through her erotic dancing that she was threshing above and urging him to start thrusting into her. The urgency of that request brought Mason to near-peak of arousal so,. My mind was trying to abide by her order, but my body had other plans. It was almost as if it was intentionally defying her and I continued to flail around like a tuna hauled up out of the ocean.“That does it,” she shouted.The cavalcade of slaps ended, but not for long. She only paused to make things worse. A quick snap, and zip and she was yanking my jeans around my knees. Now I was even more afraid and embarrassed and practically bare-assed. My underwear was just a thin layer of white cotton. The bus was announced arriving. We did have pictures of our guys and Iimagine they had the pictures we sent them of us.Steve and Bill walked right up to us and hugged us warmly. They steppedback a step to get a good look at us and I think they liked what theysaw; I was too nervous to know if my guy was even as good looking as hispicture. After introductions, we went to a restaurant in the depot forsomething to drink.The bus was delayed, giving us another half hour so we walked around thedepot.