Across the fire Sungah glared, and his glaremade me press myself tighter to Bahan. I would no allow myself to beused.I knew one thing: Bahan would ask...and guide. Sungah would force me evenif I resisted. I accepted the choice."Bahan," I asked. I could feel his attention. His arm was on myshoulder, part of me wished to push him away, but I leaned into hiswarmth, and felt him accept me.Around us everyone but Sungah sat in companionable silence. Then one ofthe girls slapped her thighs. She looked. I whimpered and felt itgo in a little. And then a lot. And then he was fucking me. Like a girl.In and out harder and harder. I stood on the tips of my high heels as herammed me. The tips of my spikes tapped the floor after every stroke ofhis cock into me. First, I would be on the front tips of my heels, then hewould pull back for another thrust, and the spike tip would hit the floorquickly before the next thrust. His strong hands held my hips tightly.There were only four sounds in the room. My. “Do you like our bikinis?” Jennifer teased.“They look good to me. But then again, I’m no fashion expert!”The girls giggled again as they made their way through the kitchen and outside to the pool. I turned to watch them leave as both of their young, tight asses were fully exposed in their thong bottoms.I watched through the kitchen window as Jennifer and Ashley arranged their towels on the ground near the pool. I quietly pushed the kitchen window open in the hopes of eavesdropping on their. Smiling to herself, Angie pulled the zipper of the one piece leather suit down a couple of inches and they roared their approval, as the lights changed to red and amber, she eased the zipper all the way down until her breasts were exposed, the lights went to green and she roared off laughing as the van stalled helplessly provoking a cacophony of car horns behind it.A chauffeur driven Rolls Royce purred along beside her as she eased back on the throttle, an elegantly dressed woman sitting alone.