Finally, he catches both of the ladies staring at him and he shyly looks away. Lisa slowly moves her hand up Jill’s leg caressing the inside of her ...high. Once again sliding her hand to Jill’s upper thigh and senses her parting her legs slightly. She takes this as a sign of approval and slowly runs her fingers up to touch Jill’s panties again. She is pleasantly surprised when she reaches up to touch her and feels Jill’s wet silky pussy. “Where are your panties?” Lisa whispers to Lisa in a. Not even a mouth."Whatwhatwhat... how are-" Let's not make a big deal out of this, alright Freddie?" the faceless man said, holding a coffee cup and taking a sip, and the liquid inside just dis-appeared into the blank canvas. "We have to discuss some things, and after the hell you just went through, I think you deserve to understand some things. But before I tell you this, I will give you the option of going back to what you may call reality." What... how... what is reality?" Ah, now that's a. But he never revealed his own cock. And at the end of each round he tested her wetness again, taking care each time to bring her ever closer to the edge of orgasm before abruptly removing his fingers and inviting another group forward. She was desperate for release; there seemed no level of humiliation she would not readily accept, she begged him to keep going, she begged him to let one of the men do it instead, begged that they all could touch her, fuck her, anything just so long as she came.. “Tell me NOW!” Filled with her need for him and panic-stricken at the thought of him stopping now, she blurted out, “I want you to fill my pussy with your cock! I need to feel you deep inside me! Please!” Des grinned and slammed his cock fully into Kat with one brutal stroke. She cried out and he felt her juices flow over his cock. He kept thrusting hard into her; she met his every stroke eagerly, practically howling between the pleasure and pain he was giving her. He could feel her pussy.