The outer fingers squeezed the lips together bounding the buried digit with soft damp flesh. As if trying to escape, I could see the knuckle tugging b...ck and forth between the fleshy lips that were the labia of my little nymphet. Her finger was dipping for apples into a tub that was sure to deliver more than just one in return for the effort.I quickly moved my point of view to her face, still unsure of her awareness to my observation; but her eyes were still firmly closed, her mouth now open. It was Peter moaning erotically. It seemed like he was getting a blow job from one of his girlfriends, we could not see who it was. He was standing in front of the stove, his head was thrown back and his hands were holding the edge behind him. The counter was blocking the rest of the view. He was trying to keep his moans from being heard, he must have been coming closer to an orgasm because he was getting louder. Carla and I looked at each other giggling and covering our mouths in shock, we had. John and Tim would be taking Rachel with them. They untied her and put her in the car. Of course, now that she was their slut and slave, she had to sit in the back seat just like Tracy was taught. Arms along the back, her legs spread wide apart, exposing all of her naked body. They left to go home to prepare her living quarters. They had already purchased her cage and it was set up in her bedroom at the foot of the bed, so she could watch everything that would happen.The other three went to get. I tossed back my drink and we finished the blunt before he put on some music and then came back to me with a smile. "Would you give me a lap dance?" he asked. I told him I had never done that before but I was willing to try for him. He smiled and pulled a chair from the kitchen and sat down in his living room. Rick Ross was on the stereo and I was a little nervous because in my head I could imagine me grinding on him, making my ass pop to Ross but I didn't think I could make it look as good as.