I saw what a disaster I was. I thought, ‘What the hell have I done?’ I was covered in sticky bodily fluids and running in sweat with my legs wide ...part. Some more recollections came flooding back into my thumping head. The three boys had apparently put their shorts on again whilst I had been comatose. My first reaction was to cover myself up too. I looked and reached around for my panties or skirt but there was no sign of any of my clothes anywhere around me. The tavern along the beach where. During one massage, I let my hand brush againsther pussy. No reaction. Again I brushed it, harder thistime. Nothing.I pretended it was all part of the routine, my fingerswould caress her foot, calf, thigh, pubic mound, hercrack, other thigh, calf, foot, then repeat. I neverlingered long, as I didn’t want to give her theimpression that my moves were anything but legitimate.She trusted me not to attack her, and I shouldn’t betraythat trust. She had let me take it this far, and thatwas. Expensive silk underclothes fell like leaves in an autumn wind, each woman slowly being revealed, the final items the knickers each woman displaying a thick luxurious thatch as was the style at that time. Cissily turned to allow the camera to see the brand burnt deep into her buttock, her mark of ownership. Anne also examined the brand, and though paling just a little she fingered the mark before she took her place bent hand in hand and side by side over the polished table end. Each man now. Recklessly, Rachel pressed him inside her, thrusting against him. Somewhere in the back of her consciousness, she was aware of a dull ache inside, but the spasms of pleasure coursing through her drowned it out as cries not unlike those she had uttered at Zachary’s birth tore through her throat and filled the tiny cottage. Donald’s muscles constricted as if to capture her cries, bringing them into his own body, and then releasing them again in long, guttural moans as tears spilled out of his.