Both of their faces became serious as he slid one of his hands over her palm and interlaced his fingers with her. He pushed the matted hair out of her...eyes with his other hand, ran his fingers down her cheek, slowing to stroke his thumb over her bee-stung lips. ‘You…’ ‘You are so…’ he couldn’t articulate everything that he was feeling, and it scared him. ‘You… …have the most incredible mouth I’ve ever seen.’ With that, he lowered his head and pressed his lips to hers. They were both tentative. She was surprised that he hadn't realised yet that thedress for him. Maybe this process might actually be easier than she hadoriginally thought. She heard footsteps on the stairs and looked up tosee David entering the room."Have you finished?" she asked."Yes I have," he quietly replied, "if the dress is finished can I takeit off now?"She walked over to him and helped him to remove the dress and she alsounlaced the corset and took that off him as well. David went to take offthe little frilly. Her blonde tufts of pubic hair were sticky with it also and it poured from her used cunt and dripped wetly on the stone floor.Tom at that point snapped his fingers to the group and they carried her over towards a large oak table, rotating her body so she was now on her front flat on the table, her breasts pressed hard against the dark wood.They let her legs drop to the floor and pulled her arms out to each corner.Lisa was mesmerised by what they were now doing to her as she felt them skilfully. He was tall, tanned and athletic, smooth skin and a body built for pleasure.He was behind her. She felt his hands slowly caress her shoulders, her arms, he ran his fingers down her spine, feeling her skin tingle with his touch. He kissed her neck, Slow gentle kisses, she let out a soft moan.His hands slid to her belly, strong hands, traced the contours of her hips. He reached lower, but only teased her with the lightest touch. He traced the outline of her body until he reached her breasts. His.