My eyes were tightly closed as I felt her reaching under my shirt and unhooking my bra; she did this only as another woman knows how. My body stiffene... up like a statue and I didn’t dare move or say a thing. Our mouths were locked together until she had my breasts completely exposed. She gently massaged them and pulled on my nipples.“Sweet lez, you have the most outrageously sexy tits that I have ever laid my eyes on, and as a model I’ve seen many. They’re so full and firm, and they point. "You wouldn't really spit in my glass,would you?"Mack got an evil grin. "Just get up on time and you won't have to worryabout that." Nerd." Zoey sent a stuffed animal flying towards Mack.Mack ducked out of the room before it could hit its target, calling out,"Bimbo!"Zoey then followed her normal routine. Well, her normal routine beforehaving met Simone... er Lance. She had tried calling him all day Sunday,but nobody answered. Not even Lance's dad. She left a message on theiranswering machine.. He quickly pushed me out of the way and locked the bathroom door behind himself. My head was spinning and I knew I had to hide those panties before Jill found them. About ten minutes later Bobby opened the door and walked past me (I don't think he even noticed me sitting there). Anyway I got up and went back into the bathroom locking the door behind me. When I turned around I found a second pair of Jill’s panties on the hamper right next to the purple pair. This time it was her florescent pink. All of my senses are in overdrive; the smell of all the treats combined with the unmistakable musky scent of sex and the taste of strawberry, chocolate and bodily fluids -of the male persuasion- clinging to my lips.Has anyone ever been sexually tortured to death? Died from insane pleasure? Been fucked into oblivion? Imagine having to be the poor bastard in charge of writing that obituary? I can only ponder about my parents’ reactions when they see the crime scene photos of my lifeless body tied.