The other men start whispering to each other, getting very excited already. As soon as I realized what he had planned I quickly became scared and a...whimper escapes my lips. In my ears Master whispers, “Behave or you’ll pay dearly.” He untied my arms and pushed me down onto the bench with my tits in the air. Master then calls two men over to help expose that sweet pussy some more by spreading my legs wider apart. Another whimper escapes as he pushes a handle inside my stretched pussy,. Seems like I was not the only girl losing her shit over the party. What to wear? How to do the hair? What shoes? Which car to drive? The BBM group was going crazy. I finally made to the parlor for my 10 AM appointment.Ah such joy. So relaxing to get a nice head massage, getting your hair shampooed, conditioned, straightened and sculpted to perfection. I drove back home and cracked open a bottle of 2005 Australian Shiraz. Yes I know it is midday, but who gives a fuck. It is day before New Year,. The tanned legs that stuck out of a pair of cut-off shorts were never-ending; they stretched down over the rock like vines, her bare feet dangling in the water. Her breasts, Mother Nature’s perfect gift, were accentuated by a tight, white tank top. They were an equal balance: not large, but not small either. They looked nice and firm, even though it didn’t appear that she wore a bra. Without thinking, Nick found himself looking at her through the camera. He rarely photographed people, but this. "Man!" He exclaimed, "Worth a try, right? I guess we'll have to get to know each other better then." My heart jumped, I don't know how but he made me feel so special then. I apologised to him and we kissed again, before he turned out the lights. I lay in his bed, keeping my dress on so he didn't find out, and he lay behind me. After a few silent moments, he slid his left arm underneath my neck and hugged me with his right arm. Maybe it was just the alcohol, but it felt amazing. Sunlight woke us.