“You think?” she replied, now grinding on my hand. Now the devil in me was working overtime. “Why are you so horny? What did you two talk about?...�� I asked.“He kept telling me that I’m hot. He was saying that I have a nice ass and gorgeous tits” she panted as I was still touching her. “Go on” I said. “Well he said that, and told me that he’d love to get me alone. I asked him why and he said he wanted to be inside me”. “And what do you think about that?” I asked.“I’d love to,” she answered, “but. .." Besides," she continued, "I really enjoy the... attentions... of younger guys. Their ability to just keep on going is, um, enjoyable, to say the least. And, if I remember correctly, you enjoyed yourself, too, didn't you?" Well, yes, but..." Enjoyed yourself twice, if I recall." Uh..." And I don't remember any protests at the time. Do you?" No, but it was all so..." And I wouldn't mind an encore sometime," she steamrolled. "That is, if you enjoyed yourself enough to consider paying a visit. But with each feminine scream, each girlish whimper, his pity became more and more engulfed by sadistic delight. He had noticed how pretty she was right away, of course. The moment they kidnapped her he had appreciated the curve of her waist under her shorts, the healthy glow in her cheeks, the depth of her beautiful brown eyes. Unlike his partner, he had avoided indulging in sexual fantasies until now. But the pitiful noises she was making now painted a graphic picture in his mind that was. The lighting softened and smoke began to creep along the ground. A group of women dressed as nymphs flowed onto the stage to soft EBM. They were wearing sheer cloaks and you could plainly see the shape of their naked bodies pressing against the soft fabric. They flowed over each other like water. Their hands exploring their own and each other's bodies. They gracefully amassed in a writhing pile of sex right in front of us.They were slowly working themselves into a collective climax. I noticed a.