I was embarrassed. I tried to close my legs, but he stilled me with his hands on my knees. I felt as if I was being weighted down but I was aroused. I...felt the dewy moisture between my legs with each stroke of his fingers. He seemed to be moving in slow motion, but so was I. With my eyes closed I heard a soft clicking, intermittently over the sound of the water filling in the tub under me. I felt the warm steam from the tub under me. He pet my pubic hair softly with his palm, I arched my hips. There were about sixty people in the small dark room, most of them middle-aged men in business suits, but a few well-dressed women and exotically-clad hippie types as well. Most of the spectators were sipping cocktails, but the long-haired young men were smoking what her nose immediately recognized was hashish. And there, in the far left corner, were two uniformed policemen!Naturally the terrified young redhead could not know that Lars Jensen had strategically placed two costumed employees just. I settled in to become a part of my stallion, feeling his every move, his muscles working against my body, his warmth, smell, soon his sweat too. Intoxicating... !!Usually when belly riding I need to steer, which requires I see where we are going. This requires tilting my head back and to the side to see forwards, albeit side on, but with the coat hanging almost to the ground I couldn’t see anything, besides which Laura was mounted in the saddle and steering. All that meant I could just lay. .." MORNING!" Briana's greeting followed hard on the heels of several million candlepower of sunlight streaming in through the window as Shawna's quilt flew back to let the cold morning air in around her legs."Oh, sweet jesus!" she groaned, trying to push the dead rabbit off her tongue."Hey, sleepy, time to get up for lunch." Elspeth put in, a little more merciful with the volume, but not much."I don't want any." She muttered, reaching for the quilt, but it was snatched back out of reach."Bri,.