“Would you like a taste of the real thing?” she hissed.I never knew whether she was joking or not, her sense of humor was so twisted and alien. I ...ecognized that expression however. Her eyes were wide and predatory, staring at me with an intensity that made me want to cower and hide. Her shiny lips were pulled back to expose her sharp, carnivore teeth in a smile that was as cold as a corpse, designed only to intimidate. She was being serious, and I felt my gut begin to swim with a blend of fear. ’ ‘We’d better not get involved,’ advised Belinda. ‘It’s not our problem. We can’t do anything about it. Leave it to the security men. We’ll be in soon. I hope,’ she added. ‘But why don’t the people near them prevent them?’ Ted asked, still not understanding why it was that no one in the rest of the queue was saying or doing anything. In the sixties and the seventies the crowd would never have let anything of this sort happen. I do not think that it would ever enter our heads to ‘push in’. Turning the shower on I stepped under the warm cascading water, watching small rivers running down my cleavage. I took the head of the shower, soaped up my pussy and asshole and rinsed the soap suds from my recently fucked holes. I washed my sexy curves thoroughly ready for my next stud to use. I turned off the shower, wrapped the large bath towel around myself and walked over to the bathroom mirror and began to apply my make up. I chose a smoky eyeshadow with black eyeliner in a cat like. Again the scissors cut, this time up each sleeve so my shirt fell from my torso to be lifted away as my other lover removed his hand from my back. Next, my feet were lifted, gently yet firmly, to rest on the shoulders on one lover sitting in front of me. His hands slid up my legs as my heels rested against his chest. Up under my skirt until he lifted my tight ass off the chair. My other lover smoothly pulled my skirt over my hips and ass as I was lowered again and hands were slid down my legs.