Katherine smiled, "Good girl." Her fingers pushed even deeper inside me and I gasped. I closed my eyes, feeling dirtier than I had in years. Katherine...sat so close to me, she brushed the hair from my eyes and kissed my neck as she whispered "Mmmm… do you like that Jenni?" I could only nod as my muscles contracted around her fingers, the heat of orgasm burning through me as I struggled to stop myself screaming her name. I was amazed that no one else at the party had noticed us in the corner, but. She likes to show everyone just how stunning she is, by always wearing pretty revealing clothes, and especially skirts that are only just long enough, not to be considered totally slutty, showing her long, perfect legs. Her natural C-cup breasts are always presented imposingly, as her ever-changing outfits never fail to draw attention to them. As such, Christie was always popular with the guys, perhaps especially so, because her wits are no match for her looks. Coming from a well educated home,. "Oh. My. God. This is almost as strong as a sybian. And no batteries to go dead on me at just the wrong moment, either."The high-pitched hum of the toy died down when she turned it off. "I know I'm going to love this, but guess what? It's only the gravy for the meat course."As she'd told him, Rod knew his cue when he heard it. Erection bobbing, he took the few steps to the side of the bed and climbed in."Mmm, see how hard he is for me?" Jill said as she reached out to stroke his cock. "I bet. And yet, in the photo, she is naked, marked with the brand of a slave...boldly staring, with an intensity yet calmness, no distress showing. An expression that can only be described as a sense of self, of pride.As my mind is wandering, I hear the sound of a door knob turning. The door to my room is being opened and I feel the air change around me, curtains swishing and candles crackling in the draught.I am taken aback, feeling vulnerable, but remember my training and lengthen my spine,.