I scratched behind her ears and she rubbed against me even more before she approached the wild female. She rubbed noses with the wild female, and then...rubbed herself all over the wild female, letting her get used to my scent.Finally, after several more attempts, they coaxed the female into moving. She approached warily, one cautious step at a time. When she finally reached the piece of meat, she sniffed at it, her eyes not leaving me even as she sniffed. She crouched as she chewed, her eyes. ..I'll try....wish me luck". "Break a leg!" He replied in acting fashion. Ooooo"Lesley...oh my god. What a sight....fuck me...didn't expect that when the door opened!" Lesley opened the door slowly, allowing the full illusion of sex, wash over McPeevie as he saw her dressed in basque, thong, stockings and high heels. Her hair was gelled and spiky, and her lipstick sharp and raunchy. She oozed sex. McPeevie stood and took in the sight of his date for the evening. 'Awesome'...he thought. She. . Uumph!... Do? Do that? Ohhh? Do that!??Then tell me how this feels? Concentrate and tell me.?Bracing against the post, arching, hips rotating, responding to his fingers, she feels the tingling, the strange sensations she’s only felt the few times she’s touched herself, touched herself in private, under the covers, maybe in the shower’s pulsating water. But, this time so much more defined, magnified as his fingers press inwards, searches, flicks across her engorging nub. Humiliating, yet. As a concession to the others still waiting their turn, each wife limited herself to five orgasms. Part of the fun was hearing the other wives counting out the orgasms as they happened. I usually limited myself to one orgasm per woman in order to make certain that I lasted long enough to get me through each one. I did often relax this rule and came twice on the last woman in the chain. My idea was to make this some compensation for making her wait to be last.Elger finally screwed up her courage.