He started fucking her with his hand, slowly working it in deeper and deeper. Though she was relaxed, she still struggled to pretend?just in case. A... if you could make them believe you were not a person at this point. His HAND is IN your PUSSY. The logic was there?but it didn’t seem to matter.The first man was still feeling up her breast and, out of the corner of her eye, slave saw the last man still standing over her starting to stroke his cock. slave was having to fight hard not to moan. She began to get wet and almost as if on cue, a finger was felt rubbing along her nether lips and began slowly tracing over her clit."Ahhhh," she began to moan. She laid back down on the floor as her renegade shirt and panties continued to work her over. The phantom finger began rapidly rubbing her clit as her hips started bucking the air. Her moans turned into cries of pleasure the closer she came to release.Just as she got to the edge of no return, a familiar buzz was heard from her. Faye, take Shannon's leash. Shannon, take Rachel's. Let's go, Girls!" I gave a tug on Faye's leash and she stood to follow.Most of the paparazzi had wandered off over the past few days, but we had a couple left -- and they got a big kick out of my little train, photographing them all as they followed me to the car. Rachel was cutting up in the back, happy as a clam, even if Faye and Shannon were a bit more nervous and embarrassed. I tucked them in the SUV and we took off with a couple of. I suddenly felt her hand on my stomach. She was slowly going up to the button on my navel with her hand and when she reached it, she opened the button and then pulled the dress open so her fingers could slip in between the two flaps and onto my skin. With her middle finger, she was circling around my navel, giving me a little tickle but not enough to make me laugh and to lose control over my body. Then she slowly moved upwards and over my tummy and when she reached the next button, she undid.