Samantha's enthusiastic examination of my mouth was proving more dangerous to my self control that sliding back and forth in her pussy was. Furthermor..., having to breathe through my nose while we kissed was making me dizzy. Having her perky tits rubbing against my chest didn't help matters either. I had to break the kiss or I would have ended up spewing my load into the girl. "Damn Samantha! I can't take any more of that or I'll loose control. How about if I bottom out in you one more time,. ..?" I thought to myself.I started to feel really turned on, seeing myself getting hard, so likea few times before I started massaging my cock. Closing my eyes inpleasure as I started moaning a bit louder than usual...my voice sounded abit higher pitched, "ohh...ohh." as my hand furiously pumped, I kept myeyes closed, picturing myself with a girl I liked from class riding me.Her face in ecstasy as I thrust myself into her, my hand pumping up myshaft as it started to shrink, further the pleasure. As he passed Jeff, he reached down and raised the towel up, then froze as he looked at the wound."Oh, hell," Wainwright softly said, then louder, "What's that on your shoulder, Jeff?"Jeff snatched the towel out of Wainwright's hand, and let it fall back in place on his shoulder, glaring at Wainwright. "What the hell do you think you're doing, Frank?" Now, I'm beginning to understand..."Diana shoved Wainwright aside, hard enough that he stumbled. All four girls, plus Doctor Boswell surrounded. Until then, Shasha will see to your needs." He pointed to a young dish, brown and with long shiny black hair, naked and waiting in the corner. Interesting. She had golden bracelets connected with a like colored chain, and anklets hooked the same way. The chains were light enough and long enough to allow most normal uses of both her hands and arms, so I assumed that the purpose was symbolic - to indicate to others - and her - that she was a bound female. I nodded, and he and all but the.