I grabbed my bag, wallet, phone, and keys, and went downstairs and out. We went to the little shop two blocks down, got knockoff starbucks, and sat on...a bench. I put my arm around her like the good brother I am to her, because I was one. Then I kissed her on the cheek like a friend. She was the coolest person ever. After dinner we went upstairs, and with my sister Kelly and her Lisas sister Natalie, we started to watch Anchorman. We decided on rooms that Lisa would take the bed upstairs, I get. I was relaxing into his caresses of my side, and ass, when I felt his fingers slide between my labia, and enter my pussy. I pushed back against his hand, and felt my wetness being spread around the entrance to my pussy. In my dream I was dressed, so the confusion of how his hand could be touching me that way slowly woke me up. It was dark, and the disorientation from the dream, and the lust and heat I still felt from between my legs stopped me from understanding what was happening for a. ”“I’ll hold her steady for you!” said John.“It’ll need to be quick though, I need to be back at the Cock and Pussy for three.”"Then we'd better get started!" It was Sally who had come downstairs un-noticed by the three men. They all looked around. Sally was a man's dream. The red and black waspie made her slender waist even more so, and the low-cut half cups pushed her breasts up, nipples just peaking out. The black fishnets were hold-ups and the finishing touch was a wide red ribbon that went. She had exposed herself as the woman he feared she was, a willing slut, not his slut but her own, eager for cocks and cum, and not just his. He remembered their conversation when she had answered the Organization’s call to report for her weekend. She’d said she was made to want to go, and he found enough anger in him to share evenly between his despicable wife and the people who had made her this way. He bit his tongue and seethed. At a quarter to eight Liz stood, and kissed him, and with a.