The wetness of his tongue slides down my chest. The urge to touch him, to touch myself, is high and overpowering. I lift my hand and stroke his hair, ...unning my fingers through its thickness. My skin is beginning to heat, and the surface feels like a warm fire, not quite at its fullest potential. His tongue moves across my belly, sliding over the trembling flesh, tasting it, circling the button, and running slowly along my side. My sex is covered like a glove, the perfect fit to my body,. Every one stayed naked and had food and drinks. Several took pictures with Sue as they either sucked her tit or fingered her cunt or she stroked their cocks. She was a great party girl and a lot of fun. Then Sue brought out a bright red tube of lipstick and painted the women's mouths with thick coating. She then grabbed a guy and each lady sucked the cock just long enough to leave a red ring around it. She kept applying lipstick to the wife's lips and bringing another cock over and they did. "Half-hour. I need to shower. This room's an oven." Come to the room when you're ready, then," Sandra said with a smile.The shower was heavenly. He let the music leave his body along with the sweat from the day's effort, and when he got back to his room, he almost felt cool."This heat is killer," Jer remarked. He was prone on his bed, doing nothing."Have you moved since this morning?" Richard asked him."Nah, I fell asleep. Still chewing on this hangover, I guess."Does this guy ever practice?. Amy shivered."Cold?" The voice was calm, and sounded mildly amused. Jasons black eyes flickered. She was beautiful. He almost wished that he could keep her, and get another girl. It was a thought to entertain, but right now, she had to know the rules. "What's your name? Ah, sorry, the gag. Well then, I'll tell you a bit about myself. My name is Jason. I'm an underground ringer (we call them Snatchers). The Snatchers get a certain amount of girls per week, and give them to our boss. We have.