Stan’s tongue slithered between Alice’s thin labia and dived into the depths of her vagina. He felt her body jolt as he ran the tips of his tongue...up the front wall of her ‘tunnel of love’. Stan liked that euphemism. Every girl he’d ever licked in this way had fallen in love with him. Without exception. He toyed with the idea of simply licking her clitoris to make her come but Stan enjoyed a challenge and set off in search of the infamous G-Spot. It did exist, contrary to the beliefs of most. After catching my eyes Pat mouthed, "Fuck Susan, from the rear." I moved to the end of the bed and found Susan's ass just at the edge and I lifted it up and slid my dick home in her slick hole. Susan squealed and attacked Pat's cunt with greater effort.Shortly, Pat slipped her hand down and cupping her own cunt, thus preventing Susan from getting at it. As Susan looked up Pat asked, "Susan, do you want to be owned by us?" Yes, I want Bob and you to be my Master and Mistress." Why, Susan?". He watched her come around. Number Two had forgone three toys and brought one big one instead. It was a small motor, really an aquarium pump. He had three lines of tubing coming from it. Two suction cups were on her nipples, gently sucking them to attention. The third was supposed to go on her clit, but that had enough attention earlier. A warm wash cloth was rubbing her privates, cleaning her. He alternated between her ass and her pussy, playing, dipping. Sometimes he would go from the warm. I could feel his fingers on my sides, thumbs on my tummy as he slid his hands up to lift my bra away. He was now fondling and squeezing my bare breasts; it was orgasmic. I was listening to his every word. It was then that my immersive fantasy took a different and totally unexpected turn.I could hear a little clicking sound, like something being opened. Then the sexy voice said. “See if you like this, Jane, it's sweet and cold, straight from the fridge.” With that, I could feel a cold finger.