Why don't you go put up your tray and we'll talk?"One flawless eyebrow rose in curiosity. "That sounds like a good idea. I'll be right back." She grab...ed her tray and took it up to the dishwashers. Carrie noticed him watching Pauline's ass as he steepled his fingers and chuckled to himself. This was well beyond weird. What the hell was going on here? I guess I should say something to him, she thought to herself. It's likely we'll be seeing more of each other now, what with me being her best. I inserted my pointer and middle fingers in there about halfway and sucked off my juice. 'Holy shit, it tastes better than candy now,' I thought before I evicted both of them.I took a deep breath and nonchalantly brought my hand right back under my bag. It blindly found it's way right back under my dress and into my undergarments. Right away, I began rubbing my lips and started to vibrate.'Oh, why am I doing this is in front of so many witnesses? Well, with no one seeming to pay attention to. Held in bondage like this, unable to move, makes the orgasm that much more intense. I’m screaming and screaming, exploding within until I collapse into a twilight where I’m only just aware of what’s going on around me, beyond the dark within the hood.In a daze I hear Mark ask, “Should I put the kettle on?”“That sounds like a good idea,” John says. “Before we go another round.”John explains over tea. It’s all faintly ridiculous, me sitting there in my get-up, liberated from the hood and my. I did not have much sexual experience. Maya did not even developed her breast properly at that time. I used to play badminton in the evening. Sometime it used to hart in my right hand. Once my hand was hurting really bad. Like everybody else I called ‘Maya’. I did not have any bad intention about her. I was sitting in the dinning chair. I asked her to massage my right hand. I spread my right hand towards her, she kneeled down on the floor and rubbing, squeezing and trying to massage my hand in.