After what seemed like a long time, Helen said, "I don't have far to go, I think I need to go home. Hugo, Silvia can't stay here alone, so she is goin... to come with me. My bed will only hold two, so we will be back for her truck tomorrow.Helen got her way as Hugo and I knew she would. I found myself in a big double bed with a warm blanket and a warm soft Helen beside me. I slept with her wrapped my arms. I had to be careful of my broken hand, but it was a nice way to sleep regardless.I awoke at. I couldn't believethis was happening. I swore to myself that this would never happen. Hebent down and pulled his shorts over his Nikes. He looked so incrediblestanding there in his boxers and high tops. His calves were covered withsilky hair and his thighs looked muscular, I thought about walking over andlicking his legs all over. Instead I just sat at my desk, moving closerand closer to it so he would see my hard cock trying to break free from myslacks. Lane stood in front of a. I could feel the warmth and wetness of her pussy on my cock. She then started sliding her pussy on my cock back and forth.Sonal: Aaah.Me: That feels great Sonal, keep doing it.She would slide right from my balls to the tip of my cock. Sonal was biting her lips as she could feel my cock become hard again. She slid back a bit, just enough to hold my cock, and began jerking it. She put a bit of the massage oil on my cock and started rubbing her pussy on it again.This continued for some time. Then. The slapping might go on for several minutes--until the victim'sbelly had turned hot pink. Then the flushed, humiliated and sore victim wouldbe released from captivity. Sometimes he would go off in a huff, maybe evencrying. Sometimes he would join with the rest of the mob in spontaneously assaultinganother victim. Interestingly, I can't remember parents ever being told aboutthe pink belly assaults, as if we all knew it was somehow shameful and forbiddenand not to be talked about; very much like.