Then she gasped. “Ooh, Nathalie, you naughty girl.”The sex slave had her mouth latched onto the princess’s dusky nipple. Nathalie’s fair cheek... hollowed as she sucked and worshiped that naughty nub. Her hands groped both of the princess’s small, conical tits, kneading them as she worship it. Ava groaned, her body shuddering while Greta pulled down her dress.The wicked sounds of sucking made my pussy so wet. My cunt clenched and my wings fluttered. I rubbed my hands on my belly as I watched. No matter what happens here tonight, it’s for your benefit (and mine); no one else matters. I wait until the tempo is perfect, the music washing over me; a physical thing, almost. It’s warm in here. So many bodies. I can almost see the stream rising above the crowd, the colored lights turning it into halos over their heads. There’s a heady sensuality pumping from the speakers. The DJ must be feeling it too; every track she spins throbs erotically. I almost writhe on the floor, all my senses. He was looking at a simple site of young guys fucking. Just a photo-set, nothing dirty or weird, just two guys having sex."What are you looking at?" He turned around, red-faced, shocked, but not afraid or anything. He was holding his crotch."I don't know." Have you ever heard about sex? It's what two people do when they like each other a lot, they touch each other and it feels good, and they touch their privates to make themselves feel really, really good." Do you touch your privates?" He asked. What would my psychology tutor think if she told him, she thought.After breakfast she sat on the patio and read the paper, her brother brought her a cold drink and sat down next to her. She looked over to thank him but the words caught in her throat. He had stripped off his top and put on a pair of swimming trunks. His was not the body of a twelve year old she thought, more like that of a guy five of six years older. Her pussy was beyond itching now and was lubricated ready for sex. I need to.