The door opened and Tina popped her head out. Mark sternly said, “Let’s go.” Robin opened the door a bit to stand next to Tina and said, “Co...e on, Mark, it’s just some fun.” Tina nodded her head and replied, “It’s my turn.” Sean and I looked at each in total confusion.Just then the cobwebs cleared from the confusion of Mark’s reaction and I noticed that Tina’s breasts were hanging out of her sundress. No longer confined by a bra, I could see the pink nipple of her almost prect left breast.. ”“And what else?”She cleared her throat. “Look at it and use it whenever and wherever he wants to.”“And?”“Use it however he wants to.”“And?”“Sh... share it.”She felt his fingers pressing into the furrow separating her labia. “And did you share... ““Fay’s?”She remained silent.“It belongs to me, Avril. I can do whatever I wish with it.”Her legs trembled again as she waited for his next move but when he took his hands away it was to unfasten the collar. Suddenly she felt naked as he took it off. Eventually she whipped her head back towards me and laughed softly.“It’s not the first time we’ve done this,” she smiled suggestively.“Should I get the ice?” I asked.“Maybe later,” Justine replied.She finished all but the last sip and handed the tumbler back to me to finish.I gulped the smooth drink down and felt my pent up need rise within my entire body. To hell with everyone and fuck what anyone else thinks…I roughly grabbed her by the hip and pulled her into my body, brushing my bulge. They even lost interest in the comings (if that was the word) and goings of the Sweat Box's celebrity clientele. A film actress, a well known multi-millionairess, a member of the upper parliament, each were hosting their own group enjoying the amusements on hand in the Sweat Box.Maggie gave a whimpering snort as her attendant burrowed deeper into her sex with his tongue. His rhythmic lapping was serving to drive her closer and closer to orgasm as she stretched herself back pushing her hips.