My breasts were a pair of pink nipples in search of companionship; my torso a display case for my ribs. My hips looked like displaced, protruding ears... my thighs like misplaced biceps. My knees made me wince. I've seen better bodies on concentration camp survivors.Disgusted, I yanked my hair loose and combed through it with my fingers until I'd worked out the worst of the tangles, then I attacked it with the hairbrush. I did this eying the door behind me in the mirror, and the one to my side. She couldn't believe she found her lips in the dark, and was more surprised to find herself letting Monica's tongue invade her mouth. While they were kissing, Monica sensually massaged Amber's breasts, making her moan again. The kiss was amazingly soft and tender, nothing like when Robert kissed her. It left her in a daze and before it ended Monica slid the robe off her shoulder and it fell behind her. Amber was completely nude with only the darkness covering her, hoping no car would come by. I could not see but I could hear what was going on. I heard Female voices doing things to males. I would hear a slap and then a male moan. Then my key holder had a bigger smile on her face.This continued for over one hour. Not a word as said by her or me. She sat there watching the TV and smiling every so often when it sounded like the male was being beaten down by a couple of Females.When the video stopped she undid my chastity cage. Don’t move she said and then went into the other room and. At first I didn't know what to do with the hands, then it is necessary to stroke her velvety hips, helping her body to get up in a paroxysm of passion. I asked her again to lie down on his back. Now, when she could see what I was doing, I became the left hand again to caress her pussy, legs . And right I was elementary masturbating, fingered her labia, pulling in one direction and then in the other side from time to time lifting the clitoral hood is a fold of thin skin over the glans clitoris..