He slipped a finger into my hole, oiling it in and out. In went another. He said do you want some more? I just nodded. I think I’d lost the ability ...o speak! Oh Jeez, it felt so good. He told me to come up onto my hands and knees.I hadn’t realized, but he’d oiled his cock as well as the fingers he’d slid into me. I felt his hands on my hips, so I was puzzled for a moment to feel a nudge at my entrance. It didn’t take long to work out what it was, because he pushed the head of his cock into. Then Joyce told a joke. We all laughed. Bobbie told another. We laughed still more. Ann told a really bad one. We laughed again. Then we settled back into normal conversation. We moved to the kitchen and Ann put steaks on the grill. I microwaved the vegetables and the rolls. Joyce set the table and poured the drinks. We sat down to eat. I did my normal grace and then proposed a toast: ‘To Bobbie, the newest member of our team. May she have a long and happy association with us.’ She just beamed. And so she tried yet again: "Whisper something erotic to each member of the opposite sex in the group. Afterwards, have the group honestly answer if it was arousing in any way."Lissa made a strange face, but agreed to try it. She stood and leaned over Frank's ear first. None of us could make out what she said. Then she came over and whispered in mine. "You wouldn't believe how wet my pussy is, FINN," she hissed softly."What did she say?" Marie begged each of us to tell. But Lissa refused,. The cold cream quickly turned into heat that fired up my abused cheeks even more, I was soon back moaning and mistress laughed at me saying couldn't have believed 50 strokes are the whole session. She left me wiggling on the floor and I tried to rub my butt to ease the heat which caused further spread of the cream and increase in the heat produced.Mistress then ordered me to lay on my back and spread my legs, I knew that she was going to fuck me anyhow but I tried to ask her not to. I told her.