A hand obscured my view. Master was sliding something cool around my neck, gently snapping it in place. It was a metal choker of some kind. A collar, ... thought, and shivered from more than just the tongue and breath on my pussy. Master’s hands caressed around Mistress’ rear, then one moved to cup her mons. A middle finger slipped between her labia and delved into her steamy slit. I felt her quick exhalation of breath on my own pussy.‘Ohhhh, Master, you dirty boy.’‘Yes, Mistress,’ he chuckled.. The ends of his fingers were almost under her skirt. They couldn’t see that Bill’s right hand was gently squeezing one of her cantaloupe-sized breasts, although as drunk as she was, Lisa probably wouldn’t have cared if they could.Bill’s caress became a grab as if to tell her she couldn’t leave. Lisa smiled at Bill before turning towards Peg and Cindy, “What? Oh! What time is it?”Even in her drunken condition, Lisa could tell they were upset with her. She would smooth things over with them on. "She dropped the dress in my lap, then pulled a chair from the diningtable and sat on it backwards, hugging the backrest and resting herchin on the back of her palm."I'm sorry, what's going on here?" I mumbled to no one in particular,suddenly afraid to even touch the fine fabric I had wanted to wrap mygirlfriend in.Instead of replying, Sandra just stared at me until I could no longerpretend not to understand the obvious.Pleadingly, I looked at Lauren, hoping that she would say she was. I wish they all were here with cameras to photograph me, pose me,blind me with their flash bulbs and then overtake me all together,no less than 100 fingers all over my body.I wish their hands were prying open my labia to get close in for a photograph, the cold smooth lense ring touching my thigh and lips.I wish they were doing things to me to photograph and expose.Inside my drawer,there is a scrap book of notes, letters,magazine articles, drawings, and little mementos.I want to place each.