“I’m thinking maybe you’re right. We know she’s on the pill and we agreed if she wanted to fuck she could, now that she’s a senior,” I mus...d.“Jesus, Cindy. Really?” Tim asked, excited.“I’m going to leave it like this, Tim. You know I’ll be fucking today. If you want to see how it plays out with Janet after school today, I won’t object. Fair is fair. But don’t force her,” I said, my heart beating wildly, cunt growing dewy.“God, baby. Wow,” Tim said, his eyes growing a little unfocused as he. Often they would pose individually for seperate photos. And of course Mike and I were shooting away with the 35mm cameras. Frequently we would all take a quick little break (two or three minutes max) to indulge ourselves with drinks and the various "party favors" we brought. About every fifteen minutes the women would run us out of the bedroom as they changed outfits, then call us back in to start taking pictures again. If you have ever looked at a Frederick's of Hollywood catalog you know the. . , hand, please," he demanded, with renewed determination to get the job done. He suppressed a sigh as he got out of the tub. What was it with him getting pep talks from Vulcans lately?T'Pau offered her hand again as he re-entered the tub, a lot quicker this time than during his first attempt."How's your head?" Hoshi asked, stepping into his ready room."I suppose better than Jon's," he said with a lopsided grin. She returned his light hug. "You're a peach, Hoshi. Thanks for that hypospray.". With one hand supporting her weight she leant forward and grabbed me between the legs. “And what is this, slut?” she asked.“Its my pussy, Miss,” I answered hoping that this was the expected answer. Quickly it was clear that I had said something wrong as I got another smack.“Wrong, slut, it is not yours ... it belongs the me and Mistress and it is not a pussy,” and she pointed between her legs, “that is a pussy but this,” sliding her fingers back and forth, tantalizingly touching my clit, “this.