Over and behind. Now all he had to do was take just a tiny step backwards and I'd be there. Except he didn't. Maybe he couldn't. The crowd was jammed ...round us,after all. My fingers strained against the so-tight fabric, and I felt one fingernail make contact. I wriggled it a little, felt him stirring in response. But I could go no further. There was just one thing for it. I extracted my hand and unbuttoned his pants, squeezed his cock and then raised my fingers to my mouth. His eyes never left. I heard Tran whimper, "I'm sorry master."I had winced at the crack of leather on Tran's flesh, and cowered awaiting my own punishment, but I had evaded notice. From the dais, a voice commanded, "Cleanse their bodies, and then we shall cleanse their souls."I was led off alone by one of the masters. I groped blindly, and vivid, horrific flashbacks of the crackhouse terrorized me. This was different, I reassured myself. These were just a bunch of middle class kinks having some group therapy. I. By this time Marie’s face and breasts were flushed with sexual excitement, her nipples hard and erect and tiny beads of sweat were beginning to appear on her lips, nose, and forehead. A more exotic picture of sexual excitement I could never think, a spring of vaginal juices seemed to erupt from deep within her valley as I applied my tongue to her vagina and I drank as much as I could. Later we changed our positions and she took my Tarzan in her mouth and used her tongue to the maximum effect. ?There, now you got no problem?, smiled Isabelle. The reporter had a normal face, letting the candle was drip on the poor Blonde?s open pussy. Fifi made a high moaning-gagged noise but all she could feel was too much pain. Isabelle was touching her cunt, putting fingers underneath her short pants. The reporter was making her day. The reported analyzed how to do it well. Fifi kept on moving her head, being bounded helplessly, and her pussy was turning completely red. She could hear Isabelle.