Slowly she made her way to the bathroom. Her anger for Kim had long passed. Sitting, Kim's story kept running through her head. Looking in the mirror,...she couldn't believe what she was looking at. Her hair a total mess, makeup non existent. Running the water Rebecca settled in the tub for a long soak. Laying with her eyes closed Rebecca remembered the hours of of sexual torture she received. Her nipples and vaginal area hurt to the touch. Drying off, she looked in the mirror brushing her hair.. Jeez I was so turned on.”Jane then pushed Steve back and lay back on the bed. “I wanted to give them a solo display” she told me and with that she spread her legs, hitched up her black skirt and slid her hand inside her sheer white knickers. She played with her pussy and pulled her panties to one side as she did so. “I undid my blouse and played with my tits too. I came on my fingers, I was really worked up” she told me. She then sat up and asked who was the youngest of the bunch. “How old”? I. Where had this feeling been all my life. Theincredibly intimate friction. The sounds. The smells. Thefeeling of fulfillment. The effect it had on my cum-filledballs.As they watched us, Jim slipped behind Mike and reachedaround to stroke his cock. Bob did him one better. Hestepped over to me and fed me his very excited prick. Itwas incredible to be stuffed with cock at both ends. Toddwas stroking my prickie as he pumped my ass with his bigpole of love.As unlikely as it seems, we three came at. Of course I asked about the keys and she just laughed. "We'll discuss that later," she whispered. Moments later I was introduced to Teri, a tattoo artist friend of Cindy's. Cindy then held a drawing of a tattoo I had designed myself but had never had the nerve to get done. Cindy told me that the sketch was found in my stuff along with most of the other ideas she'd used on me. They were all fantasies I'd written down over the years and, suddenly, I understood everything about Cindy. The tattoo.