Sensory deprivation is fun at parties. never know who is using you. its the thrill of not knowing whats next. you both took your turns. M loves wa...ching and spit roasting. (if your new here M is short for Master, the official title my husband holds within our M/s bdsm dynamic. Im s, for slave)our next fuck was in the hotel room. us girls were enjoying each other alot. you guys were watching the show a bit before joining in. agian M was just hanging back watching most of it until he got. Jerry must have made some sort of gesture as the man grabbed hold of my hair, pulled me off his cock and slapped my face several times before asking, “What are you?” I looked briefly at Jerry then back to the man, “I’m Jerry`s cock-sucking whore” I answered back and again the man slapped my face hard. “What are you?’ I heard Jerry ask, “I’m your filthy cock-sucking whore” I answered again and back into my mouth the man shoved his still stiff cock, still holding my hair as he pumped my mouth. Had her last year. The worse.”I followed her into the kitchen and groaned at the disaster Lee left behind. How did she create such a mess making a piece of toast? “You see this shit?”“Yep,” Zoey said, opening the fridge and bending over. Those jean shorts molded to her ass. They were so tight, and I didn't see any panty line. I flushed, my dick hardening Why couldn't Melody dress like that some of the time. Zoey's hips swayed as she rooted around the fridge. She bent over more, and I could see. The heat stings my feet and legs as I eased my self into the tub. The bubbles seam to devour my body. I breath deeply, inhaling the scent of rhubarb, and reach for my wine. Taking a sip, I take a moment to appreciate the peacefulness of the environment it am in. It was a nice break from the chaos that was my life. After taking another sip of wine I put down the glass and reach instead for the little black vibrator sitting on my towel. As it buzzes on I can feel the powerful vibrations through.