Another moan escaped her and she arched her back, rubbingthem over herself again. Still squeezing her breast, she began to rubher fingers over her cl...t again and again, moving them in a circle, alittle less gently with each pass. Her feet slid down away from her,her knees lowering towards the surface of the bed as she spread herlegs, allowing herself more freedom of movement over her drippingcunt.Faster and faster, she rubbed herself, her mind not creating anyimages or focusing on any one. Maybe he can entertain me for a bit. I don’t like being bored."Watch her in the bath; I don't want her touching herself. Once she's done she can have a slice of dry bread then cuff her to her bed comfortably, she can sleep the rest of the day" I say as I pass two on my way down to the basement.The room is cold with the window still open, I find three with his eyes closed but he is still mumbling so I'm sure he hasn't has a chance to sleep. His eyes look blood shot when he looks towards me and. Her hair a dark lustrous mane of silky waves made slightly more curly from the humidity. The long legs of sculpted pillars went from delicate feet to shapely calves to narrow thighs to a shadowed region which the fabric of her (only?) garment gave a sexy mysterious allure to."Well, what do you think?" she repeated, "How can we beat this heat? Any ideas, . . (pause) . . any . . ideas . . at all . . humm?"It was a dumb idea, well it was obvious really, but she would never go for it . . . or. The less time I was awake, the less time I would have to worry.My bridesmaids gathered at my house by 11:00. I had ordered in staff to do hair, nails, makeup and whatever else might be necessary to make everybody look as good as they possibly could.I psyched myself up to project the impression that everything was just fine. I even persuaded myself to believe it until I received proof to the contrary.Beautification was accompanied by a brunch buffet. I rejected Sabrina's suggestion that we hire.