“Breathe with your diaphragm,” said Xenia unsympathetically.While Grace was trying to do that and not panic, another strap was laid over her foreh...ad and tightened. She was the most helpless she could possibly be.Hands gripped her ankles. Xenia’s big hands. “The doctor is going to do a cavity search,” said Xenia.“In ... in front of Boris?” gasped Grace.“It’s your own fault,” said Xenia unsympathetically. “He’s qualified on prisoner handling. Only the doctor is going to touch you.”There was the. .fingers slipping inside me....teeth grazing my nipples as they're being sucked....tongue probing my sweet pussy. My monster, so eager to please, to taste the honey flowing from his goddess. An expert at his craft, within minutes he has coaxed a river from me, all to willing to drink...yesssss....A rearrangement of bodies occurs and my monsters are on their backs, offering themselves to my desires. I eagerly assess the feast in front of me. I taste one, then the other, dancing again with my. There was a picnic table and seat near the car so we walked over to it and I beckoned the group to follow.She sat down on the edge of the table and I slowly undid the buttons on her blouse, pulling it off her shoulders then arms and placing it on the table. I next reached around her back and undid her bra clasp, then slowly pulled the straps down her arms until her 38D breasts were released from the cups and into the gaze of the onlookers. I pulled her off the table to stand, unzipped her skirt. ‘WHO’S THERE?’ There was no return sound, there was no further touching of her flesh. There was nothing… save a pungent odor of something Val thought might be alcohol, a brandy, perhaps? And then, a warm tongue snaked around her left nipple, her painfully hard nipple. A second later, someone else’s mouth closed around the other, and someone else’s teeth nipped her thigh and someone’s fingers slid through the cool liquid coating her belly. Over her shoulder, Val could hear the sound of kissing..