It was then my turn to be treated to the same, with my mini dress riding up to show my stocking tops in no time at all. Jose had his hands on my legs ...ifting one up to see more. I did nothing to stop him, feeling like an utter slut letting these two men grope me and display me to anyone watching. I copied Tracey in grinding my cunt back against their hard cocks, both now straining in their trousers. I could feel their lengths sliding against my now soaking pussy, as I did so. During the dance I. Natalia cured his anal pursuits with the purchase of a 12 inch black strap-on dildo that she used to tame his desire for sticking it up her bottom. A few sessions with "black beauty" in his tight anus showed Roger the error of his ways.The wild animal preserve was her pet project.She monitored the progress and the welfare of the many animals populating the preserve and spared no expense to do it the right way. The isolation of their location made the preserve a non-issue with their distant. Andrew now looked a little serious. He told her to sit down. He wanted to ask her a question. Casey did and looked a little worried. She looked cute though. Vulnerable, drunk and scared. She stammered out wha whaaa what is it Andrew? Andrew told her he had cameras all over the house. He said that he saw her steal some of his cocaine and then lay on the bed. He told her he was going to tell her parents. Casey began to cry and begged him not to. Andrew sat there for a minute then said maybe we. On the bus, in the seat across from me. And they weren’t sisterly kisses either. These were real kisses. On the lips! Lingering.It took me a bit to recover and notice what else was going on. One girl had her hand on the other’s knee, just below her skirt hem. She was moving her hand up her friend’s (sister’s?) leg. That skirt was sliding up as her hand moved up. The two girls beside me were making out. On the bus, with me across from them. I remembered to breathe, but my eyes were glued to.