He teased me, brushing the dripping head back and forth over my hole. I felt myself push back on him. I wanted him to be inside. But he only brushed m... with it, back and forth. I was moaning, whimpering, begging. Then he flipped me over. I looked in his eyes. I thought he was teasing. He wasn’t. His face was taut with the control he was enforcing. His eyes were glassy and he was on edge. I wanted to touch him. I reached to clasp his face and he pulled back. Then he grabbed my hips, pushed my. If she had, though, she'd have been embarrassed, but gratified; both Lon and Rick ogled openly, and although Toby held himself aloof, he collected a few images.After lunch, there was a period of quiet while the males primarily digested and the females primarily got control of the mess. There was some crossing of the lines -- Lon and Rick, in particular, did a bit of heavy lifting -- but that was short-lived. Toby was useless due to total distraction, and Jean was almost as badly rattled by his. I hopped off Smithy's face and moved down to his cock. I grabbed his cock, which was bigger than Paul's, and slipped it into my cunt. Paul stood on the bed and I took his cock into my mouth. When Smithy reached around and rubbed my clit and Paul tweaked my nipples I came in a shuddering roar."Oh fuck yeah" I cried "Fuck me like a slut, fuck your little slut"Paul pulled his shirt off as I licked and sucked his meat. Paul's cock was sensational and it was the perfect size for what I had planned. He whispers his thoughts into her ear, knowing that the mind is by far the greatest erogenous zone, knowing that for Julie her mind transforms pain into pleasure only when her mind is engaged in certain ways. It does not concern him if many of the ideas he whispered into her soul would never, could never, be carried out. All that concerns him is the reaction that the thoughts elicit from the bound and tortured woman.He starts by simply describing exactly what he sees, what her body looks like.