She knew that sound well, she loved to listen to her parents while playing with herself, the moans her mother would make, the soft grunts from her dad... picturing him thrusting into her mother made her so wet, she walked into them once and will always remember her fathers sweaty back and the trusting of his hips, her mother calling his name.The sound made her wet instantly, she forgot how hot she was a second ago and got hot in a whole other way. She listened to see if she could figure out where. Emma gasps at what Donald might be suggesting, but then she sees her laptop open on the coffee table and wonders what he has in mind.“We will talk about it over dinner which is ready, and then start,” Donald explains.Emma follows him to the kitchen, bends to have a plug put in, and then when she stands she asks Donald if he would like to wear a plug also.Donald replies, “Emma, that might be a good idea for us both to have our asses filled and enjoying the sensation when we commence after. "Then the thumping drum and rhythmic guitar intro of Talking Heads 'Take Me to the River' announced it was time. Moving to our left Maya jumped on the first table while I moved to our right and started at the other end. Knowing what would be happening the tables had been cleared of everything except for the jugs. As soon as I reached the table, it was one of those that had six men sitting around it, I lay down know what would be expected. It was just the signal they needed and ice water was. "You were frantic, completely distraught, when you ran from David's house to mine. Less than fifteen minutes later, you returned to his house fully composed and wearing a dazzling smile, and you marched right into his bedroom, wrapped your arms around him and gave him a hug." He hugged her back," Darla said, grinning."Yes he did, and we know why now," Carol said. "They'd struck a deal. I understand the hug. What I don't understand is the amazing transformation from totally frantic to composed.