"You look slightly uncomfortable. I could help with that." When her sentence finished; she diligently slid her hand down the length of his torso. Comi...g to a pause upon his bulge.Gavin sucked in an sharp breath. His body responded naturally to her touch; pushing his bulge harder against her palm. Slowly, he ran his hand from the top of her arm down the curves of her side. Pausing on her exposed thigh. His hand rubbed up, and down her thigh with purpose. At first, only his fingers would. Sandy’s eyes wept at the sudden pain and they widened nervously as Laurel whispered into her left ear, “I told you to be quiet Sandy, and you just couldn’t listen, could you?” Without any further words Laurel reached around Sandy’s pillow and pulled out a red satin sash, drowning out Sandy’s pleading cries as she pressed it in between her parted lips and tied it tightly around her head. Sandy thrashed her head from side to side and looked up beseechingly into Laurel’s eyes but she only smiled. Once that was done, she slid down and closer to me until my cock was completely engulfed by her pussy. From then on, it was just a matter of repeating something that I always enjoy immensely.When we finished, Arlene said, "Okay, Martha, you see how easy it is, so it is now your turn. However, you can see that John needs a bit of rejuvenating, so I recommend that you do that first. His cock will be completely out of the water if you stand him on that second step from the pool. You do know how to. Emanuelle is adominatrix, and I infrequently use that word," she said."Why?" I asked."I only use the word when someone doesn't allow their partner to makedecisions. Emanuelle has her boyfriend under her thumb," she said."Is Emanuelle like you, Cindy, and Naisa?" I asked."Do you mean, is she a crossdresser?" she asked."Yes, that's what I mean," I said."It was hard to tell at first. Finally, when we were alone for a moment,I asked. She offered to show me her cock. So, I'd say she is, but I.