I shook my head and tried another tack. "Please don't do this," I begged. My tears were flowing freely. I prayed that this was just a nightmare and I ...ould wake up safe and sound in my own bed. It all seemed so real, but it couldn't be, could it? Maybe my brain had been scrambled in the fall and I was hallucinating being trapped in a nineteenth century bordello. Where were my crew-mates? Why hadn't they come to rescue me?"Strip her," Madame Bordeaux ordered."Don't!" I cried as two women started. She consciously tried to focus on boys but she just couldn’t help herself. She stole looks in the locker room after Phys-ed as often as possible. She found herself mesmerised by the other girls’ pussies. Did they get as wet as hers? Did they tingle at the sight of another girl’s breasts? As curious as she was, though, she just couldn’t grow the courage to reach down and explore her own vagina. She thought it might be easier to explore another vagina first and then she could see what would. Satisfied that she couldn’t take this any longer, I finally moved up to her love hole and began swirling my tongue all around it. She had worn the sexiest female perfume last night that I had ever smelled and the slight aroma was still there mixed with her natural musk scent. I began lightly poking and prodding her hole with my tongue as I pressed my face closer in. Simultaneously, she pushed her ass back toward me naturally opening herself up more and I was totally in heat. My 8 inches was. "Jack stood and took her glass, then followed her to the door."Thanks for saying those nice things about me," Jack said, sincerely. "I'm grateful that you and Tanner are friends of ours."He held out his hand in friendship again, but instead of taking it, she stepped forward and placed her hand on his chest. He could feel the trembling in her fingers. She stood on her tiptoes, kissed him sweetly on the cheek, and left without another word.Jack stood there for a second, still processing the whole.