I don't even like whisky but it was all that I could think of at the time. Pre cum was wetting the inside of my boxers and I hoped that I wouldn’t ...um in my pants as his strong fingers tightended their grip on my aching cock.. In the gloom of the club I convinced myself that nobody would notice this stranger groping me. Before I could even take a sip of my drink he took me by the arm and started leading me toward the door. I sneaked a quick look at him as he guided me through the smoky haze. Martha tried various implements, such as brush handles, pulsing dildos, and once even her rolled umbrella, as sex toys to be stuffed into every available orifice of Sandra's body. The only thing which didn't make Sandra come when Martha rammed it home was a pulsing dildo she tried to make Sandra deep-throat. The paddling Sandra got for vomiting on the floor after that little experiment was no where near as harsh or humiliating as the fact that Martha made Sandra lick the mess up.One evening. In slow motion the curtains move away from the window, as if someone was standing there. But no, no one is there, it was a dream, yes it was a dream… or was it. My body is tingling, think, come on think, think what happened… aahhmm, I remember. The wind, the wind was blowing, yes it was the wind, gently, so softly, that it felt like a hand moving across my cheek, brushing my hair away from my face. It was the wind that moved across my nightgown, causing it to brush my body, caressing me in. I listened carefully as Natalie and I walked up but could only hear our own footsteps. My dick was rock hard still and straining to get out of my trousers, Natalie’s recent erotic display fresh in my mind. I decided I was going to have that juicy pussy now, right there in the stairwell. I arrived on the middle landing a few steps ahead of Natalie and put down the bags of shopping. “What are you doing?” Natalie said, looking at me quizzically. “Bend over there in the corner,” I ordered as I.