Ten guys, all sitting around me.Adam began to speak.He explained that everyone had been told the rules of the evening but for the benefit of the Botto... (sounds like that is what they were calling me), he'd repeat them. Everyone had an envelop under their chair which had the number of their turn (to fuck me). The person one number ahead could be asked to help with my bonds and with the permissions of that number, could use my mouth. The person whose turn it was, was only allowed to fuck. “I” they stammered in unison, laughing nervously. Again “I”, together… more laughter and they settled down. Susan spoke first. “I don’t know where this is going,” she whispered. “But where ever it is, I want to go there.” “So do I,” Dalia replied and she felt her nipple straining against the silk. Susans’ fingers toyed with the buttons of her top and began releasing them, one at a time slowly moving down. Her legs uncrossed and Dalia glimpsed a flash of copper bronze thigh. Susans’ breasts. ”I lifted her leg and began soaping her up, taking extra care to caress her skin as I worked. “You must really enjoy it.”“The bath?”“No, fucking your boyfriend.” My hand went between her legs, and I gently stroked her pussy. “You must like his big cock fucking your pussy.” She sighed and rested her head back on the ledge, her eyes closed as I washed between her legs, slipping my hand as far back as I could reach. “Does he make you do thing? Kinky things?” I switched to her other leg.“M-mm,. ." Ssh! Behave! You know that David and Melanie have become close." Yeah! She almost got him killed again!" It was David's own decision to confront that madman. That's how he is. He is a lot like your father was. And he wasn't alone. Mel came to his aid." Fine. She's the greatest thing that ever happened to us. Anything else?" How about a polite greeting?" Judy asked with a voice that brooked no dissent."H-hi, Mr. Hartwell. I don't like your niece, but I shouldn't let it out on you." Hi,.