Our lips and tongues met, dancing around each other while we continued to play with our pussies, the sound of slurping pussies and wet kisses making t...e air steamy and erotic. I was completely lost, our kisses bringing me to the brink of orgasm.Tessa then took her finger out of my cunt and placed it between our lips; we kissed with her finger between us, tasting and smelling my pussy-juice, tongues gently touching. I knew the rules of the game by now so took my own finger out of her cunt and. She was sitting there on a love seat in the dark. I stood in the doorway and said hello. She stood up and put her arms around my neck and began to kiss me. These were deep kisses, French kisses. Her tongue was penetrating my mouth. I circled my lips around her tongue, allowing them to slide down the length it as she withdrew it. We broke our embrace and I sat down on the couch next to her. I had hardly taken a look at her.She was wearing a yellow and white flowered dress, pulled together at her. He calls for someone. Another guy comes and ties my legs and hands with rope. Then they slide on a pantyhose on my head and tape over it to block my vision and to stop me from screaming. One of them - strong, muscly one - puts me on his shoulder, my ass up in the air, while the other one suggest what they should do to me. 'We should gape her asshole.' "Yes, we should' answers the guy caring me ' But with what?' 'Well, we'll start with enema and then from small to fist' answers the other guy.. Is that a request, or a hypothetical question?" What's the difference?" Well, if you were asking me directly to give you a blow job, I'd have to say no. But if you were asking if, given the right circumstances, I'd go down on you, I'd give a different answer." So, what, theoretically speaking, would be the right circumstances?" Like I said, Charlie is a good old boy, but he's not stupid. That's why our campfire discussions were so lively.My tongue had been loosened by the alcohol, else I.