And the fourth, and the fifth,which is down by your navel. Someone pulls the tail of yourshirt out of your jeans and cuts the last buttons. They did...'thave to cut them off. You know you can never wear that shirtagain. Will you die naked? The flannel is pulled back, baringthe front of your body. The sharp blade, double edged, slides along the midline ofyour tummy. You wonder, is it drawing blood? How can you be sodetached, so clinical? Does it have something to do with. She felt herself breathing hard and felt moisture between her now closed legs."Who or what are you?" she whispered to the night.Again, no reply from the cool night air.She felt it rather bizarre speaking to the empty room. But also felt that something was here.A light touch to her thigh gave her a start, and she awakened to her room with the light on. She blinked in the brightness of the light. Feeling very insecure.Glancing at her clock she noticed that it was almost time to get up to go to. She had cum herself so many times that I lost count. I had also been fucked several times, and swallowed several loads of cum while giving blowjobs while Debbie was occupied. My ass was sore, and I had dried cum all over me.Lisa had pretty much directed the whole night, and made sure all the guests were satisfied as often as they wanted, by either Debbie or me, and sometimes both of us. Finally almost everyone was gone... except Debbie, who had fallen asleep, and was a total mess, her hair was. It was time for self-indulgence, which was perfectly fine with me on all counts."To mates," I toasted her."I'll drink to hat. Mates," she winked as she toasted me. It was clear that she had a double meaning for that part. She was a witty Yank."So, I don't know about you, but I'm getting rather tipsy. I hate to do this to you, but I think that we should delay the shagging until the booze doesn't ruin my performance. I don't think that you'll miss in your present state, anyway. Or me in mine..