They guide me to a large, stuffed chair, and I sit. "Open your legs, and expose yourself," a voice instructs.I open my legs slightly, and a shiver of ...leasure rolls through my body. It arouses me to exhibit my sex. They gather before me and stare into my pussy."Pull your knees up and spread yourself farther. Show us everything," a man says, and I comply."Pull your lips apart," a woman urges, and I obey."Now masturbate for us," another says. "Make yourself cum for us."Oh, god. They don't know. A tall, spare, bearded man in faded jeans and lumberjack shirt. ‘How incongruous’ I thought. He reached for my elbow and I was able to rise and make my way back to my place, his hand on my arm reassuring, encouraging. I reached the back pew and slipped in. Looked round. Where was he? There was no sign of him and it was quite impossible that I could miss him, so out of place in the conservatively dressed congregation. By the way – don’t take my last comment as judgemental, please. Not everyone. Prissy, wasn’t smiling anymore. Even when she had been crying earlier she still seemed manic, but now she was silent. She just stood there unmoving with her head bowed. Mistress did not acknowledge prissy she just stared at me for a long moment. Prissy seemed to tremble. ‘’ wait for me in your room, prissy’’ Mistress said softly, her gaze still firmly on me. Prissy left quickly. ‘’ What have you and prissy been doing?’’ Mistress asked. I attempted to defend myself. ‘’ Prissy came in here and. I rub my legs on thighs And quickLy made my way to her ass. I squeezed her her little bubble butt. My dick getting harder as we go. I start to get really in to it moved my hands to her waist under her shirt. And she starts to grind on me. She reaches down and starts rubbing my dick through my pants. I move my hand further up till I reach her tits. I pushed my hands under her bra and rub her tits. Oh my god did they feel amazing. So soft and natural. Perfect D size. We continue to make out. And.