." She can't seem to find words."Do you want me to stop?" I begin to ruck her shirt tail up from her jeans, inch by inch, under her jacket."I don't kn...w."I lean in and give her a slow, gentle kiss between her eyes. "I love you," I breathe, and my breath on her skin gives her visible goose bumps. "I need you," I say, and kiss her left cheek. "I dream about you when I'm alone," I say, and kiss her right cheek. "I cry for you when you're not here with me," and I kiss her on the lips again, not so. They were really fun guys and I was enjoying myself being the center of attention and the only female in a group of five guys. One of them, Harold, I think, suggested that we all use Harry's hot tub which was on his patio and, as they were all in shorts, we six got in and sat around in a circle enjoying the bubbling water. Then Walter said, "Maddie, if you were my wife, I would never hold a job, I'd just want to keep you home and fuck you all day long." Everyone laughed, including me, though. Every now and then I would pull the toy out and lick it clean.My body was vibrating uncontrollably. I had not even paid any attention to my visual stimulation for at least 5 minutes now. All I could focus on was how amazing and wonderful I felt. I couldn't stop. I didn't want to stop. It was just too enjoyable. I fucked myself long and hard while tweaking, pulling, grabbing, occasionally licking my tits. Soon, my body was going to force me to orgasm, I was going to have no say in the matter. I. I was no longer quite sure if the telepath was pushing me to do this as I bobbed my head and Jules squeezed my hair roughly. His hips bumped against my knuckles and his balls slapped my chin.“Fuckin bitch,” he snarled - the words too loud, too unforced to be real. I ignored them. “Suck my dick. Bitch. I’m gonna skull fuck you.”The slick want between my legs grew more insistent.Then Jules’ cock slipped from my mouth. I gasped loudly. “Please...” I whispered. His hand shifted. Pushed my head.