It was the first time she had ever had sex in front of a group of people. Her eyes roamed the room and made contact with the eyes of the stunned viewe...s, watching as she vigorously fucked her man. She commanded her boy toy to pull her hair harder, smack her ass harder, fuck her tender pussy harder and harder and harder. The sweet smell of sex attracted more and more bystanders to watch the show, and they began to tentatively play with each other in the crowd. But the star was still the Siren. Hmmmm, we breathed together. Now her nipple was in my mouth and I was sucking it like a baby. My wife was smiling and I pulled her to me for a deep kiss.Slowly the kiss or rather smooching started. The situation seemed to be continuing in slow motion. The moment her lips touched my mouth I made a loud smooching sound and as you all know how Indians kiss, they just go mad and change the shapes of their lips and take deep breaths? The same was happening here my mouth just played with her in. ‘Not her. Him, yes, all right, him, but not her. Please.’ She could not bear the thought of that pert, pointed tongue delving into her hidden folds. The very idea made her skin prickle, and her nipples draw into points. Not Marie. No. She was too clever, too devious. ‘You wanted to be in Lady Beatrice’s place,’ Jacqueline said implacably. ‘Ooh, you are a pretty one,’ Marie said. ‘Do not worry. I shan’t hurt you.’ ‘Please,’ Constance said to Jacqueline. ‘This is what you wanted. Have it, and. All had turned their backs on him. She stroked his hair, reminding him that one person could still care for a stranger. He looked up and once again tears clouded his vision. This time however they could not mask her beauty or grace. It was a natural beauty, full of life and promise, not like the pinup girls of centerfolds or the anorexia of runways. Her hair was unkempt, but stylish as it glowed in the moonlight from the large window. In the dark he couldn’t tell it’s color, or that of her.