Please take me over there.”Don looked at me with no sympathy and simply pointed at me. I looked around, opened the door and started running toward m... Honda. Maybe a half dozen people stopped and looked at me as I ran nude through the parking lot until I got to my car. I had left the door unlocked with my keys under the mat. I jumped in and as quickly as possible started and drove off. The strangest part was that I was on hard by the time I got to my car. I couldn’t understand why being treated. “I want to blow you,” Sandra said, “lie down.”I lay down on my back and Sandra knelt before me, bent over my crotch and took my boner in her mouth all the way to my balls. While my prick got even harder, she slowly let it slip from her mouth to subsequently rub the head subtly with her tongue. While Sandra was being creative with cock Nancy had gotten up and squatted on my face. She pushed her soaking wet cunt against my mouth and I started licking it. The saline scent of her vagina aroused me. Our bindings were adjusted and Luke pushed back closer to me. Chef on one side and Marcia on the other started to play with our combined genitals. I could feel them exploring my pussy, and felt a finger being pushed in alongside Luke’s cock. I also felt fingers and thumbs on my clitoris, and I guessed probably on Luke’s balls too. Quite why they were doing this, I don't know, perhaps they got off on it. Whatever, they stayed silent. The feeling became more and more intense. I’d lost count of. For others, it comes as harmonious chords or as the sound of a particular instrument. For some it is a taste; sweet success or bitter failure are not just clever wordplay for some wizards. Still others perceive it visually, as shades of light and gleaming auras. A few have described it as a sense of weight; the lightness of success and how heavy failure feels.I have at times known all of these, and more. Some I have studiously avoided knowing. Ancient Arghynn of Sembol spoke of the sexual.