I move my palm over your pussy and to the inside of your thighs. I can feel the heat of you over the heat of the water and smile. I rub your clit with...the end of my finger and hear you sigh again. My finger starts to push on it rhythmically and I can feel you stirring, the water making ripples against our bodies. I pull you closer with my other arm and slowly start to massage your breasts again, one at a time. I roll your nipple between my fingers. I push a finger into your pussy and feel how. I winced in pain but immobilized could do nothing to prevent it from happening. Then, harshly daddy jerked whatever he had stuffed up my pussy out. The accompanying pain turned the blackness behind my blindfold into pure blinding white. (I came to find later that he had crammed a stiff bristled brush inside me that was normally used to clean the bore of a 40mm grenade launcher.) Then to add insult to injury, he poured some of whatever he was drinking; some form of hard liquor, onto my. Soon I took Samanthas hand and James took Jessicas and we made our way to the bedroom where things got a bit more experimental. Us guys first dared the ladies to touch and make out while we watched. Jessi and Sams lips met and we watched as their mouths opened allowing their tongues to meet. Their hands ran over each others bodies exploring their tits and eventually as we watched we saw how they started playing with each others wet cunts. Their lips soon aparted and they turned their attention. Within a couple of minutes it became very obvious that Susan's enema was doing it's intended job. Over the next 15 minutes Cassie and I were bombarded with a series of horridly loud, but equally funny and embarrassing bathroom noises punctuated by short vocal outbursts from Susan."Oh my gawd!" With 'God' dragged out into a long drawl, revealing Susan's Southern roots. (I didn't even know that 'oh' could be stretched into a two syllable word.)"Damn!" What the... ?"And all this was punctuated.