’ He turned towards me. ‘Sophie, give me your hand.’ I offered him my right hand. He placed his palm underneath it, open, supporting it. I scann...d his face, suddenly aware of a group of men and women dressed in similar clothes to his, standing around us. Not crowding us in any way, but present. I knew they were there, watching, but all my awareness was centred on my hand in his. ‘I and my companions are on a path – a journey .We hope to discover – to find — minds/spirits/souls – and having. ’ The angry tone and intemperate language, both untypical of her, spoke of her frustration. My own frustration, meanwhile, was projecting angrily in front of me demanding relief. I lay on the bed and contemplated it as it reached skywards. I had (if I may set modesty aside for a moment) never been a small man, but what stood before me now was beyond all normal experience. A slowly deepening red in colour, it must have been at least thirteen inches long. The girth, too, had massively increased.. Squeezing a wod of lube into her hand she instructed me to remove my shorts, t-shirt, and undies. I did as told. Nancy grabbed my cock with her lubed hand and began to stroke my flacid rod, she looked up at me and said "he's a submissive little sissy, have your way with him. Fuck him deep, fuck him hard, and shoot your cum up his rectum." "I'll be watching" she added. Nancy leaned in and sucked my nipples as she continued stroking my cock, relax she whispered as she swapped sides of my chest.. Both couples were undressing and fondling each other. The women were caressing each other’s breasts and did she see - yes, she saw one guy's hand touch the cock of the other and then she saw how he was stroking it. Her eyes were glued to the developing scenes in front of her.Margaret was breathing heavily as she walked backwards from the window to sit on the edge of her bed. She could still see them if she raised her head up, but she refrained from doing so as she pondered her thoughts..