We had just ordered drinks when Adrienne met up with us. Patrice came in about five minutes later straight from a shoot, complaining about her photogr...pher. It was fun chatting and bitching about the business, four models all in different stages of their careers, but all relatively the same age. I was the oldest in the group, two years older than Patrice and about four years older than Adrienne. Margaret was barely nineteen, and Adrienne almost twenty, so Patrice and I had to sneak them. I felt like that now as I pushed the black fabric bit by bit inside me. It disappeared, and I had two fingers buried inside. I wiggled them, ran one up the inside where maybe my G-spot was. Damn, I wanted him to shoot his semen straight into my mouth right now! I was having big time fun teasing the guys like this and being so dirty. I pulled my fingers out, no trace of the panties, licked my fingers. “Umm, delicious. James, come pull my panties out of me -- with your teeth.” I could almost. He had managed to regain some control of himself despite the mad panic that gripped him. As he lie there in a dense thicket of scrub brush, his clothing torn in a dozen places and a riot of scratches in his skin, he tried to make sense of what had just happened. The man in black was a total stranger to him. He hadn’t the faintest idea who he was, or better yet how he had managed to knock the heavy door off of its hinges. Maybe plastique on the hinges and the bolt, he wondered? The fat man was. We knew our lives had changed forever and we never thought this would ever happen to us but as we flopped back kissing passionately we agreed it was something wonderful.I laughed as I said to Jenny two days ago I was a well behaved naive sixteen-year-old schoolgirl who thought masturbating was a big adventure and making myself orgasm was my ultimate thrill. Now I am so naughty and about to be naughtier in the last two days I've had the heaviest petting session of my life and was expecting to be.