I could hear the low hum of the TV downstairs and felt safe in the knowledge that my boyfriend had never come up to bed before the end of Match of the...Day in the three years that we'd lived together. Which left me plenty of time for some self indulgence. I let my hands wander, stroking down my body, feeling the curves of my full breasts and gently pinching my nipples. My right hand continuing further down, leaving goose bumps across my torso, until it was hovering over my clit through the soft. Fred had drunk a much more than his smaller former play buddy. Yet, both were a bit tipsy.Encouraged, Fred started, “Roman, you know how a man gots a natural attraction to woman?”“Yes,” the dizzied house slave answered.“Well, I gots dem feelin’s fo’ Lucy.”“She a pretty girl,” Roman exclaimed.“But there a problem, Roman.”“What is you talkin’ about, Fred.”“I got dem same feelin’s fo’ you. You on’t think I’se wrong.”“Stop playin’.” Roman smacked his arm.“I’se not playin’ right,” Fred looked. Priya lay on the floor. Dev poured the oil on her navel, as it overflowed, he gently spread them across her belly. Priya bit her lips as her son oiled her fleshy belly. He then removed her blouse and poured oil on her cleavage. He kneaded both her breasts and poured more oil till he could freely move his hand over her flesh.“Ohhh beta, my body feels good!” Priya moaned. He poured oil over her hands and her armpits. Then he massaged her thighs, knees, the place behind her knees, her milky white. My legs were like lead. I felt as weak as a kitten. In fact a weak kitten could have beaten me up and I would have just done nothing to stop it. I was knackered.Phillipa got off the bed and took something out from under it. It was a butt plug, an enormous pink one with ridges all the way down it. It had a button on the end and a switch. My eyes were staring out of my head when I saw this huge thing.'No, you can't. Have pity on me!'I struggled but could hardly move.'Don't thresh about Paula, you.