She stood no more than 5’4, long brown hair, with a thin build no more than 120 lbs. She had a really pretty face with matching brown eyes to her ha...r, makeup done perfect but seemed very light and more natural, and her bright red lipstick glistened on her lips in the cabin light. Her tight white button down showed pretty convincingly how perfectly perky her no bigger than C cup breasts were as they softly bounced with each step of her long slender toned legs under the even tighter knee length. Someone lifted the robe a bit and ran his hands over my bottom while someone else put his hand on my throat and then ran it down the front of my robe to touch my breasts. I was too weak to protest even if I had wanted to. The truth was that it felt good. I didn’t now how many men or women were looking at me and touching me. But, I realized that Master John was sharing me with other members of the club. I could tell by the way the voices echoed that I was back in the main room of the. By then, I'd gathered enough air and screamed out when the powerful muscle was suddenly pushed deep into me as if liberating the honey from its hive. I felt it's hot breath between my legs as the b**st roared at my crotch to announce its intention and quickly positioned himself to penetrate me. I desperately tried to drag myself backward, but my arms were trapped in the robe and the length was caught under the weight of the a****l. I was helpless to do anything but watch from my front row seat.. She lives in Manhattan, and at the time was about 29 years old.We spent most of Saturday posing for the photographer, changing outfits, laughing, and getting very sweaty in the process. After the shoot, Nancy, the photographer, sort of threw us together, when she told me that I should,“Take this poor girl out to eat. She must be starving after all this work.”Certainly, I didn’t mind, as she was very attractive and fun to be with. She agreed at once, and we set off to a nice bistro on the Upper.