Each cock pointed at you. Each was rigid. Rigid because of you. The women stood behind their men and slid their fingers over and around the steel-har... cocks as all eyes focused on your naked flesh. Though none had touched you, you could physically, palpably feel the way they looked at you, and the breath was once again sucked out of your lungs. Marcus moved behind you, and you knelt with your feet dangling off the edge of the ottoman. Marcus positioned you at a ninety degree angle to Mr.. Your right hand, which is underneath the right side of my body, reaches around and begins playing with my hard little nipples, squeezing, pulling, stroking. Your left hand rubs circles on my left ass cheek. How I wish you could spank me! But your family would hear, so you continue only squeezing, rubbing, caressing my body with your large hands. Your cock head finds my G-Spot after a minute or so, and I have to try even harder to be quiet. It’s like a form of self-inflicted torture! I notice. But at this point we’re not even sure if that’s who...”“Frank,” Alpha interrupted, speaking loudly on a public speaker, “one of them has just screamed and collapsed: Angelica Jones, if my guesses regarding their identities are correct.”“Collapsed? Why?”“Unknown, but her companions are attempting to revive her.”“Who is on duty at the lake?”“Karen, Jubilee and Kitty. They have been informed and are hurrying to the scene.”To avoid drawing this out too long, yes, Alpha’s guess as to their. But no, it does not hurt. Quite the opposite. What you saw was in fact absolute pleasure. A rapture of sorts.”Jutta swallowed hard. “Rapture?” “Yes. Like nothing else. I can show you... if you like.” Jutta looked at her with confusion. “Well, I can almost show you,” Maria said as she kissed and gently sucked Jutta’s breasts and stomach until she sank to her knees between Jutta’s legs. Jutta’s pussy was lightly covered in sparse, straight, blonde pubic hair. Maria had never seen such a thing.