Jenny touches me between the legs, and I gasp.“She likes that,” Liv says.Jenny does not acknowledge that Liv has spoken. Instead, she holds the wh...p to my face.“Smell the whip,” Jenny says.I toss my head to thwart her; I don’t know why. She seizes my hair and holds the whip under my nose.“Smell the whip, pony.”I inhale the smell of leather and pussy, and wonder who the latter belongs to.“You like that, don’t you?”Jenny is stroking me again, her hand flat on the back of my head, her fingers. ”“Didn’t I? Well, he does, really nice soft lips, just the kind a girl likes to kiss.”I had a thought, an evil thought. “I bet they felt good on your nipples too.”She closed her eyes and groaned a little like she was off in la-la land. “Mmhmm.”Aha, I’d gotten her! “I thought you said nothing happened? His lips wrapped around your boobs isn’t exactly ‘nothing happened’.”Michelle’s face turned red, realizing that she’d given herself away. “Maybe I did leave a little bit out,” she told me.I looked. " The girls watched their mistress's in amazement, acting like a slave and a mistress. They crowded into the bathroom after Marg and Doris undressed each other to watch them. After they finished drying, Doris asked Marg to pose and she began to caress Marg's body. She told the girls to notice the exact time and then to sit on the edge of one bed and watch. She did the one finger routine, that Diana remembered from her night with Doris. It gave her goose pimples just thinking about it and she. No matter how many times it happened, I didn’t mess with her, even though I wanted to. She told me her name was Stephanie and she was heading over to the 7/11 to hang out with friends. “Any guy friends?” I asked. “Maybe.” “Lucky fuckers,” I said, which made her laugh. “You got time to have a burger?” I asked. “It’ll give me more time to eye-fuck that nice body of yours.” “Can I have fries, too?” “Anything you want, cutie pie. You gotta know how sexy you look. Guys like me just can’t.