I was on the prowl and I wanted to be seen by the right victim.It worked. Across the crowd Blondie spotted me kissing my female companion. The black l...ather harness tied around her body covered little of her pale naked flesh. The thongs between her legs pulled her vulva open like a ripe fig. I pushed my “slave”, Cleo, onto her knees and rubbed my pussy in her face. No one seemed to mind. They were all busy with their own little sexual games. Next to us, a man dressed in a black leather jumpsuit. “I think we amuse him.”“Fuck Him,” Kristina mutters, her arms cutely hugging her body.Few can hear such blasphemous words. Anyone except Nick and Sasha would punish her soundly. Nick lets out his laugh. Her lips curve upward in a mischievous grin.“Seriously though, He has his purpose,” Nick says.“What could it possibly be?”“The girl gets time to think about things. To take responsibility for what her urges might cause. Unlike the boy, it would change everything. Her body. Her future. Even her. She really has the most kissable mouth and as I looked at her wonderful made up lips I was mesmerised. The coffees arrived and she took a sip and then picked up her cigarettes and put one between her gorgeous lips. As she delved into her handbag for her lighter I switched the vibrator on. As I stared at the cigarette clamped between her red lips I felt myself getting hard.She lit the cigarette and inhaled the smoke and then with the cigarette still between her lips she blew the smoke out. There was no way out except through him. The door that he blocked was solid steel and not likely to be opened easily. Still, she had no intention of doing what he demanded of her."You can either do as I say, or I'll have your little friend brought down here to take your place. It's your choice."Camille wanted to kill him. He smirked at her, knowing he'd get his way, knowing she would do anything to keep him from hurting Lorette. She had never taken her clothes off for any man except the one she.