Please, please let me lick you, Mistress Cheryl."Barbara couldn't believe the words she heard were coming from her lips. She couldn't believe that she...actually wanted to lick Cheryl's vagina -- would do anything to place her mouth on that spot. Three months ago, she would have vomited at the thought of being forced to do such a thing. Now, she craved it, was drawn to its sensual aroma, desperately wanted to feel its warm moistness against her lips. She looked up at Cheryl's face and pleaded. We had to get a base line to see where you would draw the line, and you did exactly what we expected sir. You did great. Please let me continue. Please? This will be so helpful for all of us, but we can’t do it without your help. Please?”I looked at her again and she looked so worried, and her big deep eyes looked so pitiful and her lips pouted and looked so kissable. Maybe I could wait just a little while longer.She saw me sit and said, “Okay. Tom, Vic, now.” And the two boys stood up and. They also told me that since I was inside it that I must wanted to also be fucked by more than one guy at a time just like my friend was. I was told also that i had the best body of all the women there.I froze up as the one guy slid his hands into my top and began to pull my big tits out. I felt a hand under my skirt reach up and touch my wet panties. I felt hornier by the minute as the guy with his hand up my skirt pulled my wet panties to the side and he inserted his finger into my drench. He seemed mysterious to me, and made me very curious about him. Knowing that John would always come in and say Bye to Brenda before he left, I would hang out a little longer also. After about a month, and about eight visits from John, Brenda noticed John was visiting way more often, and I was always sticking around to see him. She mentioned it to Steve to find out if he had noticed. Steve laughed and agreed. Brenda paused, and said maybe we should hook them up. Steve again agreed. They decided.