She tried writing again, on her thigh, pressing hard enough to leave a mark again. She made an ‘E’ and she could see it in the mirror, although it...was reversed and upside down. Looking in the mirror this time, going slowly and carefully, she scratched out three letters on her stomach, just below her breasts. T E D She looked down at the red lines, her skin tingling from the marks she had made. In some of the places she had pressed too hard and there was a tiny amount of blood. She looked back. "So John", she said in that sweet, coy voice, "I think you've done enough looking for one night." she arched her back more so that her tits jutted forward. She smiled and licked her lips."Time to start touching."-------I certainly didn't need a second invitation and leaned right into Catie reached over and squeezed her right tit pulling her t-shirt down as I did. The V-neck line dipped exposing even more of her cleavage. I closed my eyes and kissed her neck as I massaged her breast, then felt. But they were not threw with me. The butch fisted me while the violent fem squeezed at my breasts. Come continued to splatter every which way on my body. I had lost count of the number of men who had used me. The camera was out of film, the camera man decided to take his turn, first in my mouth, straddling my face while I was being fisted. The butch was yelling at me now, ‘This don’t stop until you cum for me bitch. You gotta show me how much you love it by coming in my hand.’ I was so gagged. It felt so good. I looked down to watch my fingers go in and out my juicy pussy when I noticed a head poke out from underneath the shower cubical. I felt so embarrassed- I never realized I was so loud. I quickly took my finger out and turned to face the opposite direction as I could feel my pale face heating up with embarrassment. I heard a quiet knocking sound gently touch my cubical door, as I peered around the door I noticed a beautiful tanned face biting her well defined red lips. I felt.