She felt rather than heard the squelch as his finger pushed its way inside her. Her wet velvet walls gripped his finger. His knuckles rubbed against h...r walls as his finger curled and uncurled inside her. He reached inside, pressing against her hymen, her virginal plug still intact… for now.“Take me,” she whimpered, begging, pleading. “Fuck me”She knew his face was smeared with her juices. She could feel them running out of her, gathering in a puddle on the desk beneath her.It built.His tongue. She fixed my hair and make-up again and told me to slip on the shoes she brought in. I looked down and saw 5 inch heels on a pair of pink open toed shoes. I was lead out to the room again. There was a chair in the middle of the room this time. I walked to the chair and stood there."Nancy, you look very beautiful in that pink outfit. Very feminine. The guys will come in a minute. When they do, I want you to just be natural, and I will call out the poses I want. Just relax, that's the important. That wouldn’t work if she didn’t want protecting, as I knew all too well. Wait; what am I thinking?!Mich said we needed to move out to get seating in a special eatery called Monde Ouvert. It was out of the way, yet extremely popular with liberal people of a certain shared persuasion. Dom grinned at my confusion. He climbed into the rear ‘seat’ behind Mich. Once he settled in, I climbed in behind the passenger seat. Our backs were against the sides and our legs were bent and cramped, feet. “Is it still?” I noted the aroma of coffee in the air.“Barely.” She fully smiled then.“How long have you been up?” I asked.“Long enough to start a pot of coffee,” she replied, smiling impishly. “And to see your boyfriend is itching to get fucked.”“What?!”“Yeah, I heard your phone and thought it was mine. There’s a message from Joey. Says his ass wants some serious attention like he gave you. Said he wants to give your ass another round as well...”“Oh, that. First off, Joey…” How was I.