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Chapter 64 by aroes aroes

What do they want to do now? Shall I speak up?

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I remain casual, deciding not to act, as I'm rather enjoying their attention and rather not do anything to stop them. Or, so I keep telling myself, and besides, it would prove to Tiffany that her 'punishment' was effective, and I rather not give her the satisfaction.

It's then I see her friend smiles back, a mischievous expression on her face. She leans forward slowly, her right hand tightly around me, and rubs her left hand down my left leg. I can feel her casually spreading my legs apart, slowly moving wider apart. I hear myself let out a soft gasp, the breeze from the ac making me all the more aware of how wet had become between my thighs.

The gal on my right then returns the expression with one of her own, putting away her phone and rubbing her free hand along my other leg, spreading them even further apart. I gasp, aware of how many other guests are watching and pointing, but not doing anything. Not that I would want them to, but still ...

"Well, this naughty little slut must want to be noticed, so why don't we test that theory out with some fun of our own... just for fun, of course." The pair giggle and the young woman on my left move her hand to cup my ass cheek, giving it a squeeze. Soon, a hand is moving toward my shaved mound, rubbing the tips of her fingers up and down my inner thigh, as if testing to see how I would respond.

They must see the pleasure in my eyes, and soon go in the big play, rubbing my shaved mound with the fingers of her hand, which are soon joined by her friend. the pair working together to arouse me in such a public place. I try to make my pleasure not too obvious, but still, feel my back start to arch as their fingertips move and softly stretch my pussy lips. It's not long before their fingers move inside of me, pressing my clit open, opening my shaved mound with their hands even as they rubbed upon it.

I felt myself orgasm then, and soon find myself above to feel a second when they swiftly stopped. I'm pushed up then, as they pair to hold me tightly between them. I gasp, surprised, and soon feel a piece of plastic needling me in the back. I soon leaned over, her hands on my wrists, when she pressed the toy into my waiting and willing clit. I moan as she moves the toy slowly in. It soon becomes apparent that the fun of playing with me includes not giving me too much pressure, as I'm left on the cusp of an orgasm, but never given enough pleasure to let me orgasm once more.

I find myself looking right at her friend then, who has her own phone out and snaps a photo of me naked, bending over at the waist in a rather sexual pose. Her friend would also be quite visible, holding me tightly by the wrist and impaling me deeply with her sexual playtoy. She playfully thrust the toy several times in and out of me, and again more for their fun than for my pleasure. I find myself feeling more frustrated than anything, as they never please me enough to let me orgasm to it; even with the public nature of the event.

The woman behind move swiftly binds my hands together behind me, and swiftly moves her hands around my neck. My cheeks take on a deeper shade of red then, as she slowly tightens her grip on my neck. My moans, though more frequent now than before, are quite a bit quieter. Only now does she pound me with her toy, driving it easily in and out of my wet and willing body. I feel it moving deeper into my body, and feel myself finally orgasm hard, and soon following a second, and then a third.

They seem to know what they are doing, and stop suddenly, leaving me just shy of a climax. I let out a soft moan of protest, but they only giggle before letting go of me, untieing my arms, and then walking off. They slap my exposed ass cheeks on their way out, leaving me still very aroused in the hall alone.

As I look around, I find Tiffany standing by the hallway she led me from before, a small smile quite obviously plastered on her face. Making my way over, not caring who may notice, I swiftly stand by her, but before I could speak she holds up a hand, as a moment of confusion shows on her expression.

"The Zoo called for you of all things ... something about they are getting a lot of demands for you to return, and asking if you'd go back on ... exhibit for the night? Know anything about this, Bridget?"

Do I acknowledge knowing what the call is about? Do I agree to return or ...?

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