Mark read my emotions as they ran across my face. "Steven, man, calm down. What Christie is trying to tell you is that we throw those parties. I've ev...n had a photographer there several times for photo shoots." I about fell out of my chair. This couldn't be real. They had to be pulling my leg. I probed a bit to see if what I was hearing was true or their way of entertainment. I asked them when they got started, how many people were there, where the parties took place. And after each question. "They told me you liked it. You and your friend. They said you begged for more."Jennifer tried to close her ears to him, but she knew that he was telling her the truth. She dimly remembered begging the men not to stop, not to ever stop. It was hard to believe that she had been the one begging them.The man's hand slipped all the way to her pussy. He rubbed his fingers lightly through her curly pubic hair. She felt his thumb just barely caress her plump lips."You've got a nice one," he said. "I'm. Nothing felt quite as good. Certainly not Swede, and not even Connie for that matter, had given her the thrill that she got from the animals.Crane's long tongue traveled down the crease of her cunt, and further down and along the crease of her lifted ass.Mary felt the muscles of her cunt contracting with the pleasure of it.Up to this point, Mary hadn't gotten into much anal stuff.But it felt so good to have Crane's tongue running along the crack of her ass and then going into the tiny puckered. I had to chuckle at the thought of Mom spinning a tale of debauchery to a rapt audience of her co-workers. ‘Mmmm, your dick feels so nice. Ya want a blow job?’ Julie asked with a reckless abandon as she stroked me slowly through my fly. I was about to beg off by telling her that my girl wouldn’t approve of me cheating. Then I thought about what Mom had said when we arrived. About me not turning down an offer of sex. ‘Here in the middle of the dance floor?’ I asked all the while thinking, ‘This.