“I feel so alive,” she said almost in a sigh. Then she asked playfully, “How long will this last?”“I really don’t know,” he replied. “...enny and I never tried anything like this.” He huffed and added, “It’s been a long time since she made me feel alive. In fact in our last argument, just before she left for her lab, I told her that all she ever did was to suck the life out of me.”“If you are going to mope about your wife,” Marcie said almost angrily, “I’m going to fly away.”She then jumped into. Even those women who wore some fabrics the Slave would not call ‘clothed’. The dresses were long, light and flowing, but invariably cut to leave very little to the imagination. The women were not the only ones in the hall, however; many of them were accompanied by male companions. The men ranged dramatically in appearance, and it seemed to the Slave that here was represented every race of man on the planet. Some wore various types of leather vests, harnesses or straps, though every one of them. She wants more now, the desire to cum so bad that she almost feels dizzy and her pussy throbs with anticipation. She wants to be exposed, even though she’s in the house on her own and she brings her legs up, her knees pressing into her breasts, her pussy gaping with the position. Reaching around her legs, to make the exposure seem all that much more extreme, she taps her clit with her left hand and begins to masturbate with her right. She pushes two fingers into her pussy, breathing deeply,. The guy was totally facing me, while the woman was sitting sideways, but she could still see me too if she looked sideways, the guy was all eyes on me, following me and staring at me obviously, not that I felt uncomfortable, on the contrary, I could not keep my eyes off him, he was totally gorgeous, a tall guy and very attractively handsome too.My name is Dana, 28 year old married woman, I am a good looking woman, I may have to admit it one way or another, I also happen to be very much of sex.