Having completed his task Lyle took over from Vath, suctioning every last bit of spunk out of me. We all celebrated with a drink after the action, wit... all the guys toasting me. Despite my former reservations I had loved my first orgy. After a twenty minute break, Spanner placed his arm around me, announcing that he would be taking me to his bedroom for a one-on-one session. As we left the other guys were already pairing off. The one thing, that had become clear to me, was that Spanner was. She lifted her foot from between my legs and stood on my hardness using the wall to keep her balance. "Another peeping tom," she sighed, "But this time I get to have the pleasure." She was talking to herself while her foot worked my stiff shaft. She had a look that somehow wanted to devour me. An intense submissive paranoia captured me, a sense beyond my experience and comprehension. "Get in my bedroom and lay on the bed," she instructed. Her voice made me shiver with fear, and somehow I felt. Now, we’re one person, with one soul, connected quite literally at the hip, and we’re both overjoyed. It should always be this way, for everyone, every time new lovers are born, we both think to ourselves. Such thoughts pass through our heads in slow motion, like an action scene from the Matrix, but are soon overwhelmed by yet another crashing wave of pleasure. We snap back into reality, into primal, instinctive, rutting animals, at once and uniformly. Suddenly, there is no world, no muggers. She'd left home with a half sketched idea of how things might pan out but now seeing the roundabout she knew exactly.Quickly she ran across the road, darting between the stationary cars. As soon as she set foot on the roundabout she took out the mask, grasping it tightly she slipped it over her head and breathed deeply. The grass felt cold beneath her feet as she kicked off her shoes and stepped carefully between the flowers, already her fingers were gripping at the hem of her dress her pulse.