Diane knew that the men would enjoy fondling her beautiful breasts.Diane looked around. All the furnishings were top of the line. Soft classical music...was piped into each room. She laughed thinking of Jean listening to Mozart while the man or men played with her. She had only seen one black man. He was impressive, she concluded. She thought that he is about thirty-eight, tall, lean, wearing fine clothes with lots of gold.Mr. Tamoso, following Gene, guided Tricia to a bedroom at the other end of. I went down on all four and started to crawl slowly into the dark room. Putting my hands slowly one before the other, when I started to feel some skin – a leg? All I could see was the silhouette of a woman. “She whispered: yes come and join in, I’m a hot bi-girl.” My right hand started to stroke slowly up her leg. There I reached her wet pussy. My finger started to rub over her clit. I heard her moan: “yes give me more”. My head was pulled like a magnet towards her pussy, my tongue was craving. .pleesh," Aunt Barbara slurred comtically, hands at her side now as she neared u*********sness."She gives, Auntie Linda, she gives, she gives!" I cried desperately, trying myself to pry her legs open and feeling velvety steel in my fingers.Aunt Linda laughed and snapped open her legs, her groggy sister slumping to the thick carpet, almost out. I leaned down to rub her neck, but Aunt Linda snapped at me."Hey, you're supposed to be impartial," she said, grabbing my pajama bottom and pulling me. It may help her work through a few issues that go deep under her skin.”We were about to walk down the stairs when I realized that I didn’t need to spring Molly after all.She went around the attic to look at everything quickly. I saw a micro-nod as she looked at each one, so I knew she was running at full speed right now. No watch or phone, though.“Thirty minutes,” Molly said and then pointed to the stairs.The architect looked at me curiously as we followed Molly’s pointing until we went out the.