But don't let them suck you, fuck you or jack you off. Is that understood?"I nodded, and he left.On the bed in the bedroom, I found a pair of white kn...e socks, a lacy pair of white bikini panties, and one of Jim's mongrammed dress shirts. Though I should have been humiliated I put it all on. The shirt, of course, was way too big for me. I wore it like a girl who had just had sex with a man, sleeves rolled up a bit, and unbuttoned so the guests would see my washboard abs, my panties and my knee. She appeared in her actions and manner to be stronger than might otherwise be expected. The hut, once it was obvious where we were headed, was modest and simple, even for the huts we had passed. The couple were not young, nor were they old. They might be considered middle-aged but there was also no indication of c***dren either currently or having grown in the hut. The woman had a single marking on her breast, the paw print with no other dots surrounding it and there was no evidence of a dog. .."All he did was sucking on my erect nipple, and then he pressed his fingers against my clit harder, making me moan - "Mmmmmmmmm"He started nibbling on my nipple gently, parting my folds with his fingers and slipping one of them in between, rubbing it up and down slowly, before he found my entrance and slid into it, pressing his thumb against my clit hard. I almost screamed out of pleasure. He started sliding his finger in and out of me slowly, before adding another one, then another one. I. This here is my niece, Denise. That’s my friend Jenny, who used to be my banker ... with benefits. This here is Amanda Shapiro, who just left her husband to join us, and this is Melanie and Kyle Brewster. Melanie is an ordained Unitarian minister, a notary public, and apparently, a ‘hot wife’ in a dominant role with her husband, who doesn’t seem to mind. Kyle’s a lawyer, actually. We’re basically sharing these women, Kyle and I, but it’s not an equal partnership. I’m the boss of the group, but.