I had taken my panties off earlier in the toilet. My hand reached Ann's pussy at the same time her hand touched mine, I gasped, and her panties wer... so wet, my finger slipped past her panties and inside her, she was so wet and inviting, and she had a finger inside me. We did not even get our dresses off, and did not hear Beck come back either. We realised that Beck had come back, when her naked body pushed between us. A short time later we were all naked and touching, rubbing, doing. He stroked the curve of her waist, and a small part of her tension eased. Not enough. Her chest heaved as he adjusted a blindfold over her eyes. She could see nothing but blackness, and she started to shake. The belt chafed against her trembling body. She relaxed when he touched her again, but just barely. The handle of his whip traced her slit, prodded at her. He squeezed her ass in one hand. His fingernails dug in as he pinched and pulled at her skin. She was barely wet when he slid the. .huh? Uh sorry, Greg. I don't knowwhat's wrong with me." I do. You have a load of testosterone running through you. You're a mannow, Bev. Apparently, you like tits now too." Don't be crass, Greg." Annoyed, she went back in to the closet and cameback holding some clothes. "Put these on. I'll be downstairs." She leftthe room. I could hear her stomp as she went down the stairs.I laid the clothes out on the bed. Bev had chosen some khaki capri pantsand a turquoise blouse with short sleeves. Before. “And this?” I ask, pointing to the counter. “A light lunch, my lady,” he replies. “Yummy,” is all I can say. “Yes, after having sex with you, I wish to give you the absolute pleasure of feeding you,” Nick says. “Did you really enjoy it?” I ask, as I look up in his eyes. “Every minute! Your orgasms were so strong and I could tell they were not faked, like other girls I know.” “Why fake it if you can enjoy it!” I exclaim. “Precisely!” he replies. “I don’t have a lot of experience Nick, but my.