They were to dress in the same virginal Sunday dresses they had worn back when they thought they were normal girls, but without panties, of course. T...ey were required to masturbate to the edge of orgasm before attending, and three of the five girls each week were given a vibrator which they were to keep buzzing in their twats throughout the service. All of them were given two litres of water to drink before attending and allowed nowhere near a toilet, partly to keep them self-conscious and in. Yeah, I’m guilty and I’ll never hear the end of it. Isn’t this terrible?” We kept talking and no one near seemed to mind. The rows of seats were staggered so your seat was between the two seats in the row in front of you. Hugh climbed over the back of his seat and relocated so he was in the seat behind Judy’s and mine so we could turn slightly and chat easily. It was a very pleasant and casual conversation. I don’t know why we didn’t get up and leave, but we were enjoying our talk so much we. I stole upstairs, I needed to work quickly, I really didn't have a lot of time, opening up my bag, I doned my Captain America top and mask, looking into the side mirror, you wouldn't have told us apart. My heart was racing, I knew I should stop and that I was seriously in trouble, but my lust had taken control. I went downstairs seeking Karen.The house was packed and heaving, as I navigated through the throng of bodies, I spied her in the kitchen, she smiled as she saw me coming, non plussed. ” He gripped the back of my head and shoved me down on his cock. His hands gripped my head, and he held me in that spot fucking my throat. Then he pulled out with a pop. Spit hung in ropes from his cock and dribbled down my chin. He shoved it back in again…fucking my throat. Telling me how good it felt. My eyes watered and ran streaks down my face…and I choked on his big tool. He pulled out and I sucked him hard and fast and he said he was going to cum. He told me to swallow it. I had never.