Jane drove and I sat in backtrying to take in what had just happened. I was a woman, a 100% woman!This was and is how I am supposed to be. Whether I w...uld remain a sexslave for the rest of my life was another matter.One thing which crossed my mind was if I would in time find myselfattracted to men. Then the notion of a man touching me let alone puttinghis member inside me very nearly made me physically sick. I wondered ifover time my female hormones would rewire my brain so that I would. Ben had noticed that Margaret’s top button was undone. Ben was trying not to look down her top. But it was difficult as Margaret was leaning over the table in such a way that her bust was just in the corner of Ben’s eye-line. Margaret and Ben sorted out all of the plants that would go into the four garden beds along the nearby path. As they did, Ben noticed he had a very different growing problem. His member was growing. He was being distracted more and more. Ben was looking down Margaret’s. I had been right, her lips were clean shaved. But, her mound was covered in a soft blond fluff. It was so soft, I didn't think it could ever have been shaved. I ran my fingers through it, and back down to her hungry hole. Girl-cum was leaking from her in a constant stream, so I plunged two fingers into her, and began a fierce finger-fucking. It made a delicious squelching sound, which was soon accompanied by a continuous low moan from Janice.With my first two fingers digging around inside. As we did, the hand on my ass began to squeeze me a bit more firmly, and then I felt him begin to bunch up the material of my skirt. Little by little, it crept up until his hand freely palmed my naked cheek. I was shocked at how brazenly he was feeling me up in public, but I didn't try to stop him. The groping only lasted a brief moment before he let go of the skirt and my ass was once again covered. I wasn't sure if anyone saw, but the thrill and idea that someone may have kept me riled up.The.