They went downstairs to meet her, where a large crowd had gathered.“Antonella, what is happening?” Asked Amélie.“Who is that girl?” Asked ano...her person in the crowd, pointing to Asrah.“That’s not important, and please everyone, go back to what you were doing,” said Antonella, before looking at Harry. “I’ve got something for you.” Holding it with a pair of gloves, Antonella pulled out Sarosa’s lamp.“Is that…” Harry said, and Antonella nodded. Harry took it from her, feeling its warmth in his. “Hey Chris! How’d the quiz go?”“Oh, I did great. It’s just, well, every answer I knew, when we—you know—““Fucked.”“Yeah, when we did, every answer I wrote down, the hornier I got. It was sorta distracting.”“That’s not exactly all bad. The point is for you to know more answers by motivation.”“Ah, I see. Well, I was well-motivated, thanks to you.”“Same. English will never be the same.” She laughed.She kissed me on the cheek, and got up. The world slowed down as I watched her walk over to the. Frustration and anger at having been played. Fear at seeing just a little more of the games Luther and Dee had planned for us. But, I’m ashamed to say, also a huge surge of excitement at what I might be about to see and hear. My mind going back to last Saturday night and the memories of how Dee and Luther had so expertly played with my love of being the hidden voyeur. It took me a few moments to adjust and push my anger to one side. That bank of sixteen monitors was just too tempting to the. I wouldn't do anything to cause this to stop." Good." Jill stood up and started to walk from the room. Half way to the door, she stopped. "I know you are just dying to feel my pussy aren't you." When Tim nodded, She walked back to him and took his hand in hers, guiding it between her legs. She allowed him to take one swipe the length of her wet open channel. She guided his middle finger in a little bit so he could tell he was actually feeling her pussy opening, then pulled his hand back. "Now.