Give Greg a call.

He leaned over and got his cellphone. He texted Greg, and pulled out of her. Patrick stepped back. "Finish cleaning her up." He said. Cynthia pouted, but continued to lick the cum from Dani's body. Her tongue ran over her pale stomach, sucking the cum from her bellybutton. her nipples, and her her throat. Cynthia licked Dani's neck face.

She sucked the cum from her lips. Dani was moaning in low tones...

"What the hell is happening to me now!?!" she wondered. She was completely immobile. The booze was starting to wear off, but now something else had her paralyzed. Something soft, warm, and slick was lazily gliding over body. She didn't know what it was. Suddenly, it was in her mouth. "A tongue. Someone is kissing me." She realized. Flashes of the evening came back to her...

Greg entered the room and whistled. He closed the door behind him, and didn't waste any time. Cynthia lay on top of Dani between her spread legs. She was kissing her deeply and Dani was moaning lowly. Patrick was lazily keeping himself erect and smoking a joint. Cynthia glanced over at Greg's cock, which he had out before he was even done whistling. He stepped up behind the two, and slid into Cynthia's soaking wet hole. "Goddamn!" he said as he felt how wet and warm she was.

"Are they really fucking on top of me?" Dani thought. Her eyes fluttered open. Cynthia was moaning loudly, inches from her face. Her eyes were clamped shut in extacy. Whoever was fucking her was going at it hard. Dani could feel his balls slap against her. Suddenly, he pulled out of Cynthia and drove into Dani. "Oh my God!" Dani thought. She was still paralyzed. She lay there, feeling his huge cock slide in and out of her. Cynthia kissed her again with passion. Dani closed her eyes, and kissed back. Greg slid back out, and back into Cynthia again. She made whimpering sounds as he blasted into her.