The panties were almost a why-even-bother situation. The material did little to cover the globes of her ass and barely covered her pubic hairs. Worse,...there was no crotch! "I guess that's so I don't need to remove it to pee," she said aloud to the mirror.Chrissy pulled the dress on over her head. "No way am I wearing this out in public," she said, trying to pull the hem down further past her thighs. The dress was a dark green version of the "little black cocktail" dress women wore to social. It's touching and pleasing. It's all the same!" No, it's not the same. I don't want to touch your junk, okay?" Why not?" asked Lynne. "You touch yours, don't you?" That's different." Oh come on, how is it any different? You know how to play with a boy. You must do it all the time yourself, unless you've got someone else doing it for you. Do you?"Joey hesitated, and steered the conversation into a different direction. "The difference is when I'm doing it by myself I'm thinking about a girl.. On one wall there was large wooden X with leather straps at all four ends. In the centre of the room was a massage table. Whilst over in one corner, there was a large wooden pole with two metal pegs sticking out the floor, a little way from it, about a shoulder-width apart.Chris walked into the room, “Take your dress off and lie on the table.” It was more of a command than a request.Michelle hesitated, then slipped her dress off her shoulders and let it fall to the ground.“On the table, face. Her fears and worries mounted as she began to worryabout the risk of disease she was being put in. Her pussy began to hurt underthis new assault even worse than the previous two attackers. She didn't thinkthese men had especially large cocks but she had never been screwed seven timesin such a short period of time. As she bit her lip in pain and sorrow her attackerpulled her breast back to him pulling her up as he orgasmed inside her addinghis seed to the others. As Amber was held up by her.