It was as if he was psychic, and soon stopped, plunging me back to earth. He did this for quite some time and I was soon literally crying, between the...feelings of his lips and the hands of his buddies.I was a sight, writhing in pleasure and covered in a patina of cum from the older men that masturbated on me while I was in my felicitous state. I am not sure how many of them came on me but I was sticky that was for sure. My jaw was sore by this time and I had a fuzzy taste in my mouth, but soon. "Anything?" I asked, a bit incredulously."Well, almost anything. I'm not into pain or self-mutilation or sick shit like that." she said, "But about anything else you want me to."I thought about this for a moment as I stared at her. She saw that I was staring at her perfectly formed breasts. She cupped one in each hand as if to display them to me."Do you like my boobs?" she asked. She glanced down at the bulge in my shorts."They're beautiful," I said, standing there, not knowing quite what to do. "Yes," I breathed carefully before nodding with vigor. "Are you?"He smiled, "You are the one I have wanted. Yes."Nothing more needed to be said. It didn't feel wrong or dirty. It felt amazing and safe. He closed the gap between us and his lips met mine. I instantly felt an explosion across my body. My skin became more sensitive, but nipples grew and hardened, my lips parted as the juices began to slide out of me and my mouth began moving across his with a hunger. Has hands grasped me and pulled. Princess was being a real bitch and she was using her little handheld vibrator on her overheated pussy. I was instantly taken with the fact of her lack of decorum about public sex and assumed she was feeling lonely because she hadn’t gotten any dick lately and she was the kind of girl that had to have it constantly to satisfy her need for tingles in her private places.They were discussing some of her escapades in the punishment minded reform school for wayward females. It gave me pause to.