I saw the petrifying bulge and turned my face away. He parted the hair to find my inner folds. My virgin skin groaned. “Are you married? Have you be...n touched here before?”“Nooooooooooo.” He muffled me with his mouth. His face frantically explored more of my full breasts. I could only gasp when he inserted two fingers in to my now oozing vagina. The feeling was overwhelming.He parted my trembling legs squeezing my supple inner thighs. “Keep me near your hole”, he commanded. I did so obediently. Their work seemed to reproduce people who were stilted effigies of human beings.A crowd was gathering. She could see people out of the corner of her eye, and hear some of their hushed comments. She had grown accustomed to being watched, and she felt a particular excitement now. She knew her sketch of the tourist in the cranberry jacket was an exceptionally good one.The crowd of onlookers was growing now, many of them far more interested in the beautiful artist than they were in her sketch. Let me go. This isn't fun," Lexi demanded as Georgia secured a strap across her shoulders."Oh. But I am having fun," Georgia replied. "And now you've earned the gag, because you can't keep quiet."Lexi clamped her mouth shut as she felt a rubber ball pressed against her lips. She found she couldn't move much and knew it was only a matter of time. Still she wasn't going to give in easily. Or so she thought. Georgia's fingers gripping her tender nipple and twisting, brought a scream to her throat.. Shay couldn't remember how she got to bed and how she got down to only her thong. Then the damn phone began making noise reminding her of the headache she would need more tylenol to combat. She got a big glass of water like Curtis told her, wait, Curtis took her home. They were talking. The damn phone again. Shay trudged to the table where her phone was buzzing and saw there had been multiple calls from Kent. It buzzed again, this time Shay answered,"What's so important Kent and not too loud I.