Even with him not touching me I felt the way I was being punished. I felt the hot wetness on my own desire dripping from between my legs and knew that...he would be watching for that. Could I stop it if I wanted or was I too far gone? Did I want him to see it so that I got punished? Those two simple words rattling around my head 24 hours a day – “Punish me”. Do I live for me, for him, for sex or for the sweet pain. I know that my pain is not excessive, it is not scarring mentally or. They start rubbing soap on each other. Destiney's soapy hands go to Joy's shoulders, and Joy's goes to Destiney's stomach. They are moving their hands in harmony with each other.Destiney removes Joy's top, and Joy unties Destiney's bottoms from the side tie string.Joy is topless, and Destiney's pussy is in plain view.Another roar from the crowd while my cock is now throbbing. Destiney looks at the crowd with the "oh no" look. She scans the crowd and stops at me.It feels like she is touching me. Jean then sucked just on my cockhead as she squeezed the shaft hard and wanked me off. This went on for a while. Although I was rock hard, and Jean was working really hard on my cock, I did not sense that I was going to cum. I said to her, “Jean, it’s okay, you don’t have to… just leave it… I don’t mind really.” She just looked up at me and started to wank me harder, squeezing harder, sucking harder. Oh this felt so, so, good, then five minutes later I did sense I was going to cum. I let her. You keep the fingers in my mouth as you thrust and wiggle your fingers inside me. When you do remove the fingers from my mouth, you settle it on my hip swinging me to the beat and move me on your hand under my skirt making me dance on your fingers and pushing me further towards orgasm. The music suddenly changes, the beat fast, and the crowd moves faster, and the small amount of space we'd made is suddenly gone. I can feel another body pressing into my back as we're squashed together, your hand.