I felt shame, remorse, embarrassment, a complex cocktail of emotions that swirled around in my racing mind. Once again, she caressed me, her soft palm...moving in gentle circles on my burning skin, soft words whispered to calm me down. Then she raised her arm again and I instinctively braced myself.Thwack!Louder this time, harder, the pain stabbed outwards with icy fingers and I cried out. Warm tears welled in my eyes and spilled down my cheeks. But I still didn't attempt to stand. I still didn't. She tongued and sucked Shelley's nipple and watched the pleasure saturate the girl's face, watching Shelley's mouth tighten a little, and her dark eyes flash, then roll briefly up. Laura released Shelley's other breast and now clutched the one she was sucking loosely in both hands, swirling her tongue rapidly over the stiffening bud, feeling the tiny bumps that sprang up on Shelley's thick areola, feeling the saliva overflow her lips until a big string of it ran from her chin to Shelley's wet. Gary is closely watching every move I make. I glanced over and saw him smiling. He’s certainly enjoying the show. Gary is an average looking guy in his mid to late thirties. There’s really nothing remarkable about him. He’s average height, average weight, average looks. He’s dressed casually and comfortably. Under other circumstances I wouldn’t have looked at him twice or given him a second thought. I would certainly never have permitted him to see my breasts, watch me remove my underwear or. Both times, when Greg tried to possess, she pushed him away. Three times in her dance Laura almost removed her suit jacket, but it still hung loosely on her shoulders when she handed her skirt over to Greg. Now Laura could bend and spread her legs. The music in her mind changed tempo; she added a heavy base beat. Laura bent to a chair arm with ass cheeks high. At first panties gave modest coverage, but not for long. Greg watched as his dancer wedged all of the nylon into her crease. Bent over.