"Another time," she said. "I need my sleep. Busy day tomorrow. Did I tell you we were entertaining?"I snorted and pawed her, but she pushed me away fr...m her tits, and I gathered up my clothes, put my feet into my boots and stepped into the hall.There was Belle in her nightgown, looking like the proverbial cat. She took my forearm and dragged me down the hall and into her room where a small lamp glowed."Put you clothes over there," she said, looking down at my long, thick but sodden member which. .” Heather had moaned, as Amber tasted her sweet wetness. She couldn’t believe how turned on she was - they hadn’t even stopped to close the blinds, and the knowledge that anyone walking past could see her - see *them* - just turned her on more.Amber got her room-mate off with her mouth twice before Heather had insisted on returning the favour. Now, two hours later, they were just laying on the floor making out, while Heather fingered her. Amber loved that she could taste herself on Heather’s. .. the raison d'etre of the group was simply the sexual exploitation of young women.The young women – girls really – had always been easy enough to acquire. Once, it had been orphanages; nowadays, Central Europe, or runaways. There had always been chemical methods of management, from opiates, through barbiturates to benzodiazepines. The group had experimented with hypnosis from time to time with varying degrees of success. Drugs were much easier, however.Their base was a large house, originally. He paused, waiting for her to get settled in for her screwing.“Now,” she said, “do me.” He didn’t have to be told twice. After some minutes, his moderate seesawing motions got her up close to fulfillment once again. Sensing that she was ready, he began pile driving into her without the slightest regard for her comfort. Nor did the woman ask any quarter: she wanted to be taken hard, and he was doing just that. She screamed her pleasure as she squirted once again.They lay side by side.