I could feel his cock poking persistently into my stomach and pulsating against it. I think he was having sexual dreams, because suddenly his hands we...e on my waist under my T-shirt, on my bare skin, driving me insane.Still squinting, afraid that he’d wake up, I pressed my body against him. I pulled myself higher, my nose almost touching his, but now his cock was pressing against my pussy, and it was driving me crazy. I couldn’t control my body anymore, I was leaking horribly. And then I. Fran looked like a model who’d just walked off the cover of a glossy magazine; I’ve seen more fat on a greasy chip (or French fry). We all looked reasonably good looking and fashionably dressed until she turned up.She looked amazing; the guys were falling over themselves to get her to sit with them which she happily did. I was introduced to her; she was obviously accustomed to being the centre of attention. In comparison she made me feel quite ordinary, and I don't know why but she was a little. Then it was a long sorority paddle, which she slappedagainst her palm to produce a satisfyingly loud smacking sound. And thencame to riding crop that she swatted against the mattress, putting lotsof effort behind the blow to show how hard she MIGHT swing it againstthose tempting targets.Belinda joined her and they passed the tools of pain back and forth,evaluating them, along with several others. Finally Muriel settled on along narrow rubber beater, flat and bright red. Belinda looked at. Hugh stuck his tongue out at Erin. "I thought I was going to be the wife. Isn't that what you said? So, which is it?" I haven't a clue," Erin admitted. "I'm far too confused to answer that question. All I know is this: If I don't get to help pick out my wedding dress, then you're sleeping on the couch for the rest of your life." Oh, like that would be any different from what we're doing now..." Hugh grumbled.Hugh was referring to Erin's new 'arrangement'. After the magical evening when they had.