But my skin tingles with ripples of sensations. I bite my lower lip in anxiety yet feel myself getting moist. If I concentrate I can just barely disce...n one sense of touch from the others. Fingers comb through my hair. A finger traces along my cheek and then explores my lips. The sensation is familiar and I relax, parting my lips and the finger slides between. Other hands explore my neck, shoulders and back. Fingers travel up and down my skin, down to my bottom, sliding between my cheeks and. He gently slid a finger into her, spreading her juices across her lips, then brought the swollen head of his cock to press against her, pushing it slowly into her hot, welcoming pussy. Before he was all the way in she came for the first time, releasing a stream of wetness down her thighs. As her pussy contracted around his shaft, he held still, his throbbing manhood bouncing against her g-spot, sending her into a second orgasm. He began to thrust, slowly at first, then picking up speed. Their. Have you... you know... with him?" Claire blushed and slowly nodded. "Oh, you lucky girl. God, those were the days. We all never talked about it afterwards, and I try to forget, but you just can't, not completely." Do you mind?" Claire asked, presenting a digital audio recorder."No, go ahead, I guess you have to." Julie waited for Claire to press record down and then asked, "So how did you track me down? There were so many of us, I don't think he ever bothered learning any of our names." He. In the hours that came after, as the high slipped away, my ordinary awareness of the situation reasserted itself. The thought that the camera was still running, that I lay here alone, covered in my own cum, while I listened to the faint sounds of their wild sexual debauchery in the other room. I would have cried, had I been able but somehow the tears wouldn't come. Perhaps I'd shed them all already, perhaps the gag forcing my mouth open prohibited them. I would have been glad of that release,.