I should have been embarrassed, but he was blushing enough for both of us. Until a young man gets comfortable with the idea that we liked being looke... at, our nudity is usually much more embarrassing to him than us. And yet they all love looking at us. My new admirer was no exception. I was holding my thighs a bit apart, so he could see my slit if he wanted. Like most males, he was taking peeks every time I looked the other way. But because of my unusual features, he was spending almost. My heart was racing. Still perched on the edge of the table, I spread my legs a little. I was so wet, my lips started to part by themselves but I reached down with both hands to pull my pussy lips wide apart to expose my damp pink hole.Matt moved in for a closer look. His face about 3 inches from my pussy. I felt deliciously exposed and it took all my will power not to grab his cock.“Can I touch it?” He asked. OH! YES PLEASE! Said the inner me.“alright,” I managed to stammer.He reached out with. Now I am caught on the horns of a terrible dilemma: which should I stare at, nay, worship, her pussy or her tits?I was not tortured for long, because I soon had the dress fully removed, and she stood in front of me wearing nothing but her sandals. When she commanded me to remove them, she broke my predicament of indecision. I couldn't help asking myself how such a paragon of feminine beauty could be found in such a dead place.She took my hand and led me to the bed. I was ordered to stand beside. ..coffee's last hon, give me some juice....ahhh...I mean...what's up with the bondage?".Jessie stuffed an orange slice into my mouth, and then into her own, "Well, you've pretty much been in control of things since we got here"."Even when we decide to do something, you seem to end up showing us what to do". I became keenly aware of JoanI's naked body resting up against my own, with one Knee resting over the top of my legs and her nipples pushing into my arm."So we decided there was only one way.