Her hands grip my hips tightly telling me not to stop. I try to move slowly and in rhythm and as I do more it gets easier. Perhaps it is also easy for...her now. Now her hands let go of my hips and she is now exploring chest and back as it becomes easier I start to focus on kissing.Once again, we start to smooch and she sucks on my lower lip and bites it hard!One of her hands move to my head, and the other is going to her own boobs she start rubbing herself and pinching her nipples. It feels so. That’s what I’m here for.”So Tess did it, began to undress. “Faster!” Basher said, sounding annoyed when she took her time. The man never took his eyes off her as she removed all her clothes. She found herself wondering what he made of her body, though that never usually bothered her. She was a bit gangly, not very curvaceous at all.Basher gave no sign of what he thought, simply reached behind him and brought forth a steel collar. Tess felt her eyes widen. “What’s that?”“It’s a symbol of your. “What is he doing now?” Pippa asked.Jennie rested her elbow on the desk and peeping through her outstretched thumb and fingers resting on her hot brow, she replied, “He’s looking up my skirt and feeling his crotch.” “Oh Yes! He’s feeling himself, I’m feeling myself and I want you to do the same.” Jennie was caught up in the flow of two sexually aroused people and was now the centre of both their attentions. She felt aroused by it, she felt safe by it and she felt an obligation to learn from her. I rolled my eyes quickly and said, “Any of you can respond as well as I can.”“Ah,” Rhee said, “but we’re in your ... in the house that used to be yours, so you’re the Chair.”I rolled my eyes more dramatically, looked at Civia’s mom, and said, “Has Civia mentioned our ‘gang?’ [air quotes]” When she replied in the positive, I said, “It’s a fun thing we do when we’re discussing some serious and definitely non-serious topics that impact our group friendship. We used to have sleepovers scattered.