Under the table cloth,where no one could see, Tom's hand was massaging my thigh. I sat quietlyas his hand became bolder.The skirt of my wrap dress par...ed slightly and his hand wasted no timereaching under the flap to settle on my silk stocking covered thigh. Iwas about to remove his hand when I saw the look that Carol was givingme. I thought that if this is what Carol and Barbara wants, I could standit as long as Tom doesn't get to carried away.The fingers of Tom's hand were massaging my silk. Sharon didn’t really have the energy to reply. “I dunno,” she murmured, as much to herself as Sharon. “I dunno. I don’t fucking know!” What little energy they had wasn’t sufficient to stir them, despite the discomfort of the ground and the constant attention of the little midges and flies which congregated around them. Insects crawled into the girls’ hair, into the corners of their eyes, skimmed over their sweat-drenched skin and crept past the girls’ vaginal jewellery onto the lips of their. .. all this ... for me?" Sarah said unsteadily.I grinned ... and took her face in my hands and guided it to mine and stole a kiss from her pretty lips, "You deserve all this and more my pet."Sarah leaned forward trying to recapture my lips with hers. I lean back gently ... and place my hands on her shoulders."None of that now my dear..."Sarah moaned and sat back on her shapely legs ... staring at me hungrily from across the couch. "But Master!" She wailed plaintively.I put my arms on my sides. You are a wonderful man: you give good directions for advice, if nothing else.”One of the babies began to chunter, in his or her grandmother’s arms. Reg was up like a shot. “Excuse me, one of my offspring needs me.”He moved to the crying baby and offered his arms to the grandmother, who handed her charge over to Reg. He gathered the little bundle in his arms, whispering, “There now, my little one. Daddy is here for you; no need to cry.”The child looked up at him, recognised his face, and.