.. ooo... sir... sir... oooo... sir."Helen asked, "Like it, Lucy?" Yes, yessss... oh god... it's goood... yes, Helen... I like it very much." Do you w...nt more?" YES!" Then tell my husband what you want him to do." Sir, sir... I want more, sir."Helen told her husband, "Harry, help her to have some fun... slip your tongue inside her cunt and move it."Even as he licked her cunt, Harry asked, "May I Lucy? May I tongue the inside of your cunt?" Yes, sir... please, sir..." The wild sexual arousal. I guess she was right, as long as she kept the teasing respectful.Becky had other ideas, though. One night the next week, we were back in my room hanging out. We were both lying on the bed, Becky wearing a bra and pajama pants, when Mark knocked on the door again.Becky got up and walked over to the door. I figured she would answer it in her bra again, but at least this time she was wearing pants, and after last week this wasn't so bad. But on her way to the door, she suddenly turned to me,. I let my hands take control and just enjoyed the pleasure I was giving myself.I opened my eyes when I heard a muffled voice from the next stall:"Enjoying ourselves, are we…?"The unknown man was watching me through a cut out hole in the stall side wall. I could see the eye disappear and soon it was replaced by a long hard cock. I heard the deep voice ask me:"Would you give me a little help… please?"I knew what he wanted and despite my fears, I kneeled down in front of it. My bra was still on,. He noticed thather long finger nails were coated also in a varnish of deep crimson,almost blood red in colour. Her clothes were all black in colour - ablack leather knee length skirt, a black shiny long-sleeved blouse, in amaterial that looked almost like latex. On her feet she wore black shoeswith a three inch stiletto heel. Her hair was a light golden blonde thathad been set in waves that fell down onto her shoulders."Well," she continued, "are you going to answer me?"He paused not sure.