"You still with us?" Jess inquired after a while."Yeah," I groaned, "that was… intense." Can you look up at me and smile?"I put a smile onto my face... even that was a bit of an effort, looked up - and stared right into the lens of a camera. The whizzing, clicking noise told me that Jess was shooting pictures of me, and when she angled it downward, of my sore breasts. I gasped when I took in the view, small red marks that completely covered them, almost like a tiny floral pattern. "Oh my god!" I. All she had on was a lacy Black Bra. Where the hell are her panties I thought - when did she take them off? Looking directly at me - locking my eyes to see how I'd react she said "Would you like to feel how soft and smooth my pussy is from my own waxing Jim?" And moved even closer to Jim so she was within inches of his face. Jim reached out tentatively at first and caressed her pussy. He was alternatively looking at me and Joy's delicious hairless protruding mound. Then he got more bold. I took the panties off and left the pantyhose on even though they had a hole in the crotch now.When I returned to the table he lifted one eyebrow at me, silently asking if I had complied with his demands. I gave a quick nod and slid into the booth. We resumed dancing and laughed about all kinds of things as the night wore on. Other than a feeling of tension in him when we danced close, it was as if the earlier heat between us was gone. That is, it was gone until the band moved into their last. Very pleased indeed.What lay before me was a delicasy indeed. Small and shapley, no older than eighteen by my reckoning. She lay face down in the snow, lengths of long blonde hair ran from her head right down to her slim waist.I moved closer, examining my prey. Tight and lean, smooth pale skin. He will be pleased.I placed my hand upon her back, pressing her to the ice cold ground. She shrieked and recoiled from my touch. Unfortunately for her there was no where to go. I raised my right hand and.