Then cold air hit the end of my cock as Chrissie must have pulled me from her mouth. I felt hands on my thighs as she pushed herself up and then my fi...gers were sliding from within their hot cave as her leg dismounted from the side of my head.I wiped my face with the back of my hand, the same hand that I had been using to finger my own sister and felt the stickiness of much the same on my fingers as I was trying to wipe away.“Don’t move little brother!” she said, and I watched in awe as her. As I reached the arse, My hand went around her waist and unzipped her pants to get my first time view of her terrific arse. It was stunningly fair and my first reaction was a nice hard-soft bite on her arse cheek. Her “white” underwear just covered her butt-crack & 25% of her arse cheeks and was tightly sticking to her fair arse. I bit her a few more times with alternate kissing. She felt pain, but trusted me. I squeezed, & kissed as though I would never get this arse again.She turned around. She looked in the bathroom mirror as her nude athletic body was getting washed off.She turned around and let her backside be rinsed. She looked back at it. And touched her sweet treasure almost in silence. She put one hand on the wall and started to masturbate. She felt the wetness on her sweet vagina, fondling it. She tasted her juices, suckling her finger. One finger was in. Soon, two fingers were in. Soon that silence was no more. The silence was replaced by her repressed moans.“Ah… Ah… Oh!. These guys were using my breasts as punching bags while others were inserting objects up my snatch. I felt clamps being attached to each breast and pussy lip, four clamps in all. Then I felt the juice. The clamps they had attached to my tender spots were jumper cables. No wonder they bit into my flesh so painfully. My fan had prepared a slow trickle type of electric shock that he could control the strength of the electricity he was applying. It felt wonderful or it felt extremely painful.