I needed to tell her to lift up so I could breathe, but she just kept looking down at me, grinning. I tried to struggle against my shackles, but I was...bound so tightly that I hardly caused any movement.My lungs were screaming for air, and yet she sat there looking down at me with that stupid grin.The pain! The pain! My lungs were in searing agony, but I couldn't exhale.The stabbing pain in my lungs lasted for a seeming eternity while she just sat on me, then I started feeling groggy. The pain. I kept my tongue out and started waggling my head around. I wasalmost like a dog, just lapping and wiggling, smearing my entireface with Aunt Heather's juices. I remember having my nose buried inher at one point, while my tongue slipped around her lower hole.she didn't seem to try and stop me from liking out her asshole,so I stuck my tongue in there, so into the sex that I didn't evenwonder if she were clean. I licked the ridge between her pussyand asshole, massaging my hands on her thighs. . In all honesty, I have to confess that I needed the notes to insure I was diddling the right girl properly according to her likes and dislikes because a happy tart is a pleasure to pleasure.My favorite was Rose because I found her dirty mouth extremely arousing. At those times when I was in the mood to be properly rimmed by a pretty girl, Rose was most accommodating and she obviously loved her own efforts with enthusiastic tongue action. She was really quite the find in female form and I must. Maybe we could talk now. 'Do you want some wine? I've got more in the fridge, four bottles. I didn't know what the boys would like.''I'll have one.'We started drinking. I asked Fiona what had happened with her parents, but she didn't want to talk about that. She was far more interested in what happened the previous night.I explained to her that Steven and Thomas were both my boyfriends and I was their girlfriend. But after I said that, I then had to fill in the back story for context, namely.