Hey, it sounded good to me. If nothing else, I’d get off over the thoughts of Christine having her way with my body. ‘Unzip your uniform, Christi...e, let me see those tits.’ ‘Yes, Doctor, whatever you want,’ she said unzipping her uniform all the way down and lifting up her bra. Even though I was sitting in a dental chair in the recovery room with these two sexual deviates and still feeling the effects of the laughing gas, I was just coming around. I was semi-conscious, but still quite a bit. He had called ahead to the largest hotel in the town. It was also the oldest. For a price, they would take care of every detail. He was counting on that. He wanted perfection, and could pay the price for it. As they approached the town, a slow sweet smile crept onto her face. She felt a peace in her heart that she hadn’t felt since the passing of her beloved Michael. The sun was shining, and the snow capped mountains glistened in the bright sunshine. To her, it was Michael, smiling down on her,. She noticed that Terry's cock was beginning to grow fuller. Megan then unzipped her skirt and let it fall to the floor. She then did a slow pirouette to show off that the tiny bikini panties she had matched her bra. "Megan, what are you doing?" "Giving you some help to finish what you started." Megan then surprised herself by joining him on the bed and slowly sliding back the sheet to allow his now fully erect cock to spring free. She then carefully wrapped the black silk and lace panties. "Let's see how good you really taste." Said Gene to Kitty as he pulled her finger covered with pussy juice to his lips. Kitty put up no resistance. Gene slowly and sensuously licked the juice off Kitty's finger as if he were licking her clit while Liz and Kitty watched his erotic show. "They were right." Said Gene when he was done. "Whoever told you that your clit tastes good is correct." Me too," cried Liz, "I want a taste."'Perfect!' thought Gene. This was the telling moment. If Kitty.