She slid two fingers of her right hand into her cunt and started to fuck herself while her left hand would rubb her clit. Soon a third finger disappea...ed inher drenched cunt."Don't you dare to come,filthy bitch! You understand me?" Mario warned her with a threatening voice.Igor picked up the soldering iron and the copper wire and gave her back the same cruel treatment with molten copper that already her belly and breasts had to endure.Forbidding her to come was a new finesse in her torture that. Was that what girls had to put up with all the time? At least as a guy, I got hard, got laid, or got over it, and that was that. As a girl, the whole wet panty thing could get to be a real drag. I was going to have to put one of those shield thingy's in my underpants to keep from having wet jeans.Fran either sensed, or smelled my predicament, because she put her hands on my face and kissed me for a long, long time, ending up with one hand in my panties, and the other under my bra. It took me. Her complexion showed a light tan on her face and arms, highlighting her most remarkable feature, her dark brown, almost black, eyes. She was attractive without being beautiful. Pretty was the word most people used to describe her. Jenny had an eight year old daughter, Nicole, from her brief marriage. They lived in a rented house on the eastern edge of the village. She began working at the furniture store before she was married, and had risen from ‘gopher’ status through the ranks to senior. We dressed up and went to dinner at a fancy restaurant in the hotel and then went to this night club that was also in the hotel. It was the newest and most hopping place in the city and very crowded. We had a great time. The ladies danced with I think every man in the place. They getting free drinks from men. And men would come back to our table and kiss on them. It was really kind of fun to watch these ladies work these men. Making out and I am pretty sure a couple of the guys may even got to.