A warm welcome to Tharros

The gulls woke them early the next morning. Overnight the ship had come close to the shore, and thus to Tharros. After two years of absence it was no wonder that the crew was energized with anticipation and the usual morning routine was carried out with undeniable joy, especially after the massive group orgasm last night. It had been the first time that it had happened on such a large scale, but almost everyone recovered quickly.

Below deck the group needed a bit longer to untangle themselves from each other because last night they had slept, and also fucked a bit more, in a big happy pile. Now limbs had to be freed, cocks pulled out of holes and cleaned etc. This was another good reason for a shower upon deck, which bought them all back to life quite quickly, especially since fooling around during showers was forbidden. A protection measure for the crew, provoked enough as they were by eyeing gorgeous sluts and inhuman studs getting naked and showering. Seeing them making out and more would just be too much.

A few hours later Fiametta brought the Strix back where she belonged, into the large harbour of Tharros. There seemed to be even more ships than usual, or at least more than she remembered. Nonetheless the Strix wasn’t some unknown merchant vessel, it was a feared warship and as such her return from a long journey spread through the city quickly. There had been many well established patricians, who had thought that Uraca Montclair’s idea was a fool’s errand and the journey into the southern waters nothing but suicide.

Now Captain Fiametta Godeke and her crew had proven them all wrong - Montclair had proven them wrong, even if no one yet knew to what extent. The fact alone that she had financed this undertaking brought her prestige among the people and while the Montclair cartel wasn’t the biggest or oldest company in the city and the family not of noble descent, their wealth was undisputed. It was well known that the Montclairs were among the richest people in Tharros. This was further signalled when a richly decorated cartel barge intercepted the Strix. She was framed in gold, adorned with gemstones and draped with colourful silk.

It was the minor cartel official onboard the barge who directed the Strix to a quieter part of the large merchant harbour, a part reserved for Tharros' ships only. When the barge finally left the warship’s flank, everyone of importance was on board. The bureaucrat had decided that this was the time for a decisive action on his part. Most likely his hastiness was based on the fact that he hoped to boost his own career immensely. So he decided that Tonalnan and her people should meet with Uraca Montclair immediately. Therefore the barge brought them to a meeting of dazzling personalities that could shape the future market of Tharros.

Captain Fiametta Godeke stood at the bow of that decadent barge and took a deep breath. Immediately the smell of Tharros hit her, the mixture of harbour water combined with the odour of a large city and all its goods, many of which were unloaded at these docks. A relaxed smile crept on her face, as a pair of dark arms slipped around her waist like giant snakes and she leaned back to rest her head on and between two inviting cushions.

“Welcome home.” Nzinga purred into her ear, or at least as close to it, as she could get. “But forgive me if I say so, it doesn’t smell healthy.”

This concern made Fiametta giggle quietly. “I don’t think the streets of Tharros will be a problem, at least after our little meeting. In fact I’m sure we will be set for life.” Her mind wandered off to the group of islanders, who spent the harbour tour in the back of the barge.

Getting them into this boat hadn’t been easy. Tonalnan was adventurous but also a bit vain and Mr. Grenoir – the official delegate of the Montclair cartel – had to talk with a honey glazed tongue to convince her not only to come with him but also to leave most of her possession on board of the Strix, not because she thought they weren’t safe there but because she wanted to make a really good impression on Uraca Montclair. On the other hand the idea of bringing a ton of baggage before his patron wasn’t very appealing to Mr. Grenoir. In the end they had come up with a compromise, and so a few Shoca plants, a small barrel of Shoccoa and ritual items accompanied them.

In addition the second reason for the late departure was the time and effort its participants had taken in dressing. Only a few crewmembers of the Strix went with them, and they got dressed rather quickly. Nzinga followed her variation of a leather bikini’s caricature. Her waistline was hugged by a leather strap from which two pieces of bare leather rectangles dangled, barely able to cover her butt crack or the space between her thighs. Meanwhile her colossal tits fought with a tiny bikini, its leather triangles barely covering her huge nipples with those bone piercings and the dark straps holding it together almost rendered invisible. Around her neck, arms and ankles her body were golden bracelets and necklaces, while a slim golden chain decorated her hips and ended in a golden ring around her belly button from which another chain wriggled down between her legs were Fiametta knew it connected to a clit piercing. All the while her dreadlocks fell unadorned down her back.

The one addition to her outfit was something she shared with the islanders, their skin was glistening, which was another reason for the delay, the group had needed time to milk enough twat juice and pre cum from each other so that they all could rub it on their skin, to make them all nice and shiny. In the end some of the crew had been recruited to help but Mr. Grenoir had been a bit shocked when Zeltzin and Ichtaca had sneaked up on one of the Strix’s Midshipgirls, yanked her hot pants down and started to finger both of the squealing young slut’s holes, until she came like a geyser and added to the mix. That climax agitated her so much, that Fiametta had to let her be carried under deck by a sailor – they tongue fucked each other’s mouths aggressively all the way down the stairs, while she stayed impaled on his impressive rudder – juicing all over the floor.

Wanting to stay presentable, Fiametta had declined when asked to help; she wore the tall boots that belonged to her uniform, together with skin tight and brown leather pants with their front and back – cut out during a particular greedy orgy. Now the missing parts had been replaced with a dozen leather straps attached to the belt but loosely enough so they could be ignored if necessary. Her upper body was covered with a short-sleeved blood red see through blouse including a large V-neck cleavage. Thanks to this flimsy garment her hard nipples drilled almost through the fabric and the piercings couldn’t be ignored even by the most distracted passer-by.

The Captain had tried to opt for more inconspicuous body jewellery but Nzinga and Tonalnan had been adamant. Right after waking up both of them had assaulted a nipple, freeing the old piercing and playing with the hardening flesh. While they ignored Fiametta’s girlish moans and pleas they agreed surprisingly fast that they had to insert the biggest rings they could find. Any attempts at protests from Fiamettahad been blocked by Teyacapan rubbing her gushing snatch all over the Captain ’s face while Tonalnan and Nzinga put golden rings through her nipples so large that you could stick an average sized cock through them, the gap was closed with a small golden ball, each engraved with islander’s glyphs, which literally translated to “will fuck for Shocoa”.

Along with Fiametta came doctor Shirat and Mario the cabin boy, the later one wore the usual male attire consisting of boots, shirt and tight pants – very tight indeed, his big bulge had drawn quite a few astonished looks, though not as much as the doctor. Normally a strong independent woman, Sovia nowadays enjoyed being ordered around by Teyacapan. In this case it was her *dress* or lack thereof, the islanders had taken a long leather belt, roughly six inches wide, and wrapped the richly ornate strap around her body, with plenty of skin still showing.

The islanders themselves were clothed in their usual ensemble of leather, feathers, gold and jewellery, including headdresses signalling their standing through their sheer size. Tonalnan’s head was barely visible under all this stuff. In combination with their glistening statuesque bodies it truly was a sight to behold, especially since the loincloths of the male guests were already on half-mast.

Needless to say so much raw sexual tension didn’t went past the barge’s crew unnoticed, the oarsmen and women were a proud bunch, ready to handle themselves in battle and accustomed enough to the way of life in Tharros that the exotic men and women only somewhat disturbed the otherwise precise strokes of their oars, which they worked with raging hardons or pulsing twats between their legs.

Much to Mr. Grenoir’s discomfort, Tonalnan had refused to sit under the canopy; instead she stood in the back of the boat, surrounded by her entourage, enjoying the view over the harbour and being ogled by the people of Tharros and their other guests.

Fiametta shivered. She could smell Tonalnan’s melting snatch even meters away. She was sure a good number of oarsmen and women must have creamed their pants by now. Normally you might have assumed that the islanders would have offered them some form of relief, but since some discipline was required to make life on the island anything more than a never-ending fuck fest, only after they reached their destination would Tonalnan be thinking about rewarding these men and women.

Mr. Grenoir on the other hand had already gotten his reward, Tonalnan herself had devoured his cock and balls on board of the Strix until he had been dry as a desert but right now he could feel his own pants getting awfully tight again, as he gave that royal court one last briefing about Tharros. There was something about these people, which just made it hard to keep a cock inside your pants or outside of your cunt.

In general Tharros welcomed guests with open arms but usually ships from overseas were put into quarantine, just to be sure. This wasn’t necessary for the Strix, which anchored a bit off to the side, which added a couple of hundreds strokes to their trip. One reason for this distance was the nature of their expensive freight and the Montclairs not wanting to risk anything this close to the finish line.

Normally the crew would be ready to mutiny at being cheated from their shore leave after such a long voyage. By now most of them would had lost themselves in The Kettle already and enjoyed the best sex in years. But thanks to their new friends from the Sun Queens’s Island they had that already – for free.

And while most crews would now be dreaming about storming a brothel, this crew was allowed to turn the entire ship into one huge orgy, as long as no one left and no one got on board until further notice. Nothing of the exotic possessions should be lost due to a moment of carelessness.

So while the islanders and a small portion of the crew went into the city, the rest stayed home and tried to make the most of it.

Meanwhile the barge had reached the private pier of the Montclairs right next to the family's harbour-front manor . The Montclairs had quite a few precious items of real estate in the city, many of them even more representative than this one but since the meeting was essentially a business occasion and the location was easier to organize anyway, it had been a logical choice for Uraca to bring her guests there once word got in that they'd arrived.

The building itself was quite large, with four fully fledged floors, resting on a colonnade which ran around all four sides. It was made from stone and coloured in a special tone of white that the Montclair family practically owned and which was called 'hallowed cum'. Some blabbers still spread stories that the colour came from the opening ceremony. Supposedly the Montclair had spiked all drinks and food with certain sex potions which led all male guests to unload their cocks so spectacularly that the entire building was painted in a single evening. It was an urban legend which would never die and one that the Montclairs weren’t eager to kill off, not in a city were sex was power. Nowadays, all their real estates had the same colour, a colour which to date hadn’t been recreated by anyone else.

By the time the barge was finally moored to the pier, the strain on its crew became painfully obvious, most of the oarsmen and –women were stroking something through their pants, a few men in the back had their hard throbbing cocks already out and were jerking themselves off. Like any good captain Fiametta waited, until Tonalnan, her entourage, the crewmembers of the Strix and the bureaucrat had left the boat. Then she turned to the captain.

“I guess your duty for the day is done?” She received a nod and added a “good” before she pulled the female 30 something barge captain into an aggressive kiss. The woman wore an ensemble in the Montclair colors, hallowed cum and gold, which was almost modest by the standards of the city. Fiametta knew for example that codpiece made of boiled leather and reinforced by metal could be removed; she also knew that by now it would be filled with the women’s juices, so her next step was to do exactly that.

She grabbed the woman’s crotch and with a practised shake of her hand removed the codpiece in question and brought it up to her nose, making a show of scenting it before taking a long sip.

“Hmmm… An exquisite vintage, a very nice composition of prunes and peaches, though the fruits seem to be in dire need for some more sunlight...” While her colleague just stared at her with a mixture of pure unsatisfied lust and shock, Fiametta dropped the codpiece and grabbed both of the enticing butt cheeks instead, getting very close in the process; so close indeed, that she could whisper into the older woman’s ear.

“I can feel your hard nipples pushing through that doublet, I have tasted your fuck juice straight from your ruttish cunt and I feel the twitching of those meaty pillows which you call your ass cheeks, both of them unable to wait much longer for a nice hard and thick bitch tamer to fight its way through your sweating crack to show that wannabe snatch that you're hiding behind there what a good ploughing really means. You see there is no way to deny it. I in your position would do the right thing: take this barge, packed of people with the same state of mind, and bring it back alongside the Strix, to join that no holes barred grand orgy.”

Leaning back for a few seconds, Fiametta took an exaggerated look around, before she continued. “And by the look of your crew, you should start fast, or they will begin fucking each other in the middle of the harbour basin; but maybe that is exactly what you would like, seems there are at least three men for each woman on board. It would surely be a sight to behold, a barge in…”

She didn’t finish because the captain grabbed her forcefully and imposed another kiss on her, even biting Fiametta’s lower lip before finally stopping and pulling back again.

*** the following part is written together with Gunde himself ***

“Are you finished? You dirty greedy harlot?” Asked the older woman and dug her fingers into the redhead’s ass. “It’s true, your guests got us all worked up pretty good and I admit it has been some time since some absurdly well hung Kettle stud buried his oversized cum pipe deep between my honey buns but that doesn’t mean I don’t have the self-control to bring us across the harbor.”

“In fact,” Baring her teeth as she flashed Fiametta a ferocious grin, the captain crammed her tits up tighter against Fiametta’s and intensified the manner in which her fingers dug into the redhead’s cheeks, “I’d still be able to do it even if one of my crew surprised me and shoved his fat cock up my ass.

“You’d let yourself be assfucked in the middle of the harbour?” Though her attempts to shock and take charge of the other captain had failed, Fiametta wasn’t disappointed. In fact, rather than try to fight for control, she pushed her ass further into the other woman’s hands while her pussy started juicing even more.

“Not only that, but I’d sail across it with his cum plastered onto my face,” The other Captain smiled naughtily as she grabbed Fiametta’s butt even harder.

“What sort of a slut are you?” Stepping up the ferocity at which she was pawing at her counterpart’s booty, Fiametta brought her legs together and pushed her hips forward, bringing their pussies together in the shadow cast by their huge racks being mashed together. As she felt the leather straps at the front of her trousers become soaked with the older captain’s juices, she wondered once again if Nzinga wasn’t right and she ought to lose the trousers completely.

“I’m the daughter of one of the Kettle’s most famous whores,” the captain’s voice filled with pride as she announced her parentage and the way in which she straightened up her back at the same time pushed her tits into even tighter contact with Fiametta’s boobs. My sisters and brother all followed in her footsteps.”

“My daughter was supposed to follow mine and apprenticed to become a captain,” the older woman continued over Fiametta’s moans at having her ass kneaded with steadily increasing gusto, “But then she went to the Kettle to celebrate her 18th birthday earlier this year and hasn’t left since.”

“Now,” If the captain harboured any regret at her daughter’s career change, she did an extraordinary job hiding it as her smile turned wicked and her voice got filthier, “she works at one of the most popular bars, waiting tables and getting fucked up on stage, ending every shift covered in cum and with her holes stretched.”

“I’m sure she’s...” Fiametta began, while a little spurt of the captain’s juices poured onto the leather straps covering her cunt.

“A complete slut, and a very popular one too!” Again the pride was apparent in the captain’s voice as she silenced Fiametta through another squeeze of her ass.

“I visit her every chance I get,” The captain’s monologue continued, “To watch her strut around on stage or wait tables. More often than not, she ends up waiting mine. That naughty minx loves to show off how much of a whore she is by eating her mom’s pussy in front of a whole bar while I invite some big-dicked stud to fuck her from behind and make her scream into my cunt.”

“Next time we meet, if you’re a good little bitch,” Threading her fingers through the leather straps at the back of Fiametta’s trousers, the other captain speared into her anal cleavage with two digits from each hand and teased her asshole, “A totally shameless slut who’ll happily suck all the cum out of my whorish ass, I might take you with me to meet that petite, cum-hungry minx.”

“And if I do, you’d better not wear anything that covers those fat, sexy tits of yours!” Her voice suddenly becoming louder, the captain took a step back and retrieved her hands from between Fiametta’s cheeks. Before the younger, redheaded captain had had a chance to do anything more than moan with lust – which she did on pure reflex at the notion that the other woman was about to do something – she’d grabbed hold of the neckline of her blouse and yanked both hands to her sides, sending buttons popping as the blouse was torn open and Fiametta’s round tits exposed.

“But for now,” Sliding three fingers through each of Fiametta’s nipple rings and making her chew on her lip by pulling at them, the captain was obviously struggling to decide on whether to look at her counterpart’s beautiful face or ogle her tits. In the end the massive chest won or to be precise the huge gold rings, with which she now pulled on Fiametta’s incredible sensitive nipples, making the redheaded vixen moan blissfully. Deep down below the barge captain felt her twat shudder, as it was hit by a sizable gush of love juice.

“Damn you slut…” hushed the older woman. “Did you just cum from getting your teats pulled?” Fiametta smiled naughtily and shrugged but kept otherwise silent. “I must admit,” her colleague continued, “I have never seen such large rings, I bet a month of thorough ass fucking, that you could stick most cocks through those huge things…” She licked her lips and continued to pull slightly, while one finger of each her hands teased the nipple.

“Tha… that’s the… unnghh… plan.” Fiametta whispered, trying hard not cum again so soon.

“What?” The other woman was visibly irritated and for the first time in minutes looked straight into Fiametta’s lust crazed face, as the younger woman explained.

“Well, my two girlfriends love to watch my crew fuck these two sexy mountains on my chest.” Now it was the time for Fiametta to let her hand wander over the other captain’s backside. “The problem is, there so much crew and so few tits, do you understand?” The last words were again only whispered and the older captain closed her eyes, leaning back a little, while Fiametta’s hands expertly messaged her ass. “But with these rings,” Fiametta waited until her partner looked at her again, “three men can bang my juicy pillows.” She let that statement sink in for a minute before she continued.

“Can you imagine how it feels? One man lodged between your orbs, pumping hard, while his two friends fuck themselves with those rings? Constantly teasing your nipples, until they feel like little clits? While their churning balls hammer against the underside of your horny flesh? And to make it even better, you see those large lances of massive veiny cock meat going up and down next to your face, you can even jerk them off, knowing they cannot run, they are stuck to your tits until all three unload all over your face, until it's coated so thick that you have to eat your way back out.”

Both women shuddered imagining such a scene and their thighs glistened wetly as their combined rivers of snatch liquor ran down to the ground, enough so that a thirsty lover could have drowned him or herself on it. They shared another hungry kiss, which the older one broke first.

“Do… do you cum while doing that?” She asked breathlessly and Fiametta answered with pleasure and a very very inviting grin.

“Every… fucking… time.” She said, as she grounded her juicing twat against that of her new found friend – driving home every single word with a kiss of her clit.

“Slut…” a single long groan came as response.

“Guilty as charged.” Moaned Fiametta back and brought the other captain to a decision

“You better leave and let me bring this barge and my crew alongside the Strix. Before they lose their composure and gangbang us both so hard that we can’t walk anymore...”

“Until we meet again then,” Stopping to kiss the other captain again, Fiametta then took a long step back, during which her ripped blouse brushed against her sides and her nipples rings slid off the older woman’s fingers, “But I won’t let you take charge so easily when we do.”

“Oh yes you will,” the captain insisted.

Cocking an eyebrow and producing a purr, Fiametta said nothing. Already, a plan was forming in her head.

“I’m Fiametta,” After a moment’s silence, Fiametta instead opted for introducing herself.

“And I’m Irina,” the other captain repaid the courtesy.

After saying goodbye to Irina with another kiss, Fiametta exited the barge through a phalanx of hard cocks and gushing pussies. Clearly, Irina’s crew had watched them and as a result no one was wearing any clothes below the waist any longer. Though Irina might try, Fiametta very much doubted that she’d get the barge all the way back to the Strix before an orgy broke out amongst her crew.

*** End of cooperation ***

The captain’s little escapade hadn’t gone unnoticed by the rest of the group, and due to the constant state of shamelessness in the audience almost no one had even tried to look away, especially not now, when Fiametta’s sizable and gloriously shaped bust was out to see for everyone. Many onlookers licked their lips, as they could see her piercings move with each step and its golden knobs knocking on her taut flesh.

Without hesitation Tonalnan greeted her friend in front of everyone, by grabbing her and giving each nipple a thorough sucking, while the rest of the group was waiting. The islanders understood this gesture and were overall quite impressed, that the barge’s crew was still able to work and not be fucking like lunatics already.

After the little nipple play Tonalnan and Fiametta shared a short but passionate kiss before the entire group moved on and entered the building through the colonnade, only to find themselves in a courtyard. Originally the palazzo had only one, until the building got a middle wing that now parted the former courtyard into two separate entities.

There was the business one with connections to the depots, offices and public space, which was always quite busy. The one they entered was quieter and without a doubt built to impress. All colonnades were decorated with orchids and so was the extensive arrangement of stairs leadingto the upper floor. Nonetheless the thing which undisputedly dominated the courtyard was a massive statue of white marble, in its size larger than life.

It showed a legend of Tharros history, the ancient hero Centurion, surrounded by the virgin sisters. According to the legend the five virgin priestesses came to Tharros in the dawn of its days to show them that the pious path of abstinence was the only way to salvation. At that time Centurion had been a legendary heroic sailor and they had hoped, if they converted him, they could also convert the entire city. They spoke their words to the hero and were surprised, for he laughed back at them, of course they were even more surprised when he ripped away his pants and showed them his legendary 20 inch cock, complete with a set of globes for which the term *balls* just couldn’t cut it.

Needless to describe what followed, the statue showed Centurion towering over his priestesses, all of them on their knees worshipping his giant piece of fuckmeat; the oldest one kneeled in front of him having buried her tongue inside his piss slit, two sisters had closed her lips around the side of his shaft, they did so without touching each other despite being directly on opposite sides of the giant rod. Freshly born slut number four and the youngest of the bunch was behind the hero, her face just below his butt, pleasing the backside of his swollen crown jewels. Finally the last one was under his shaft, which rested partly on her head; she massaged and kissed his humongous balls very respectfully from the front. According to the legend the priestesses later abandoned their faith and served on Centurion’s ship, where they convinced the crew that it was indeed a good idea to have women on board.

Like most people, who saw the statue for the first time, the islanders were simply transfixed by it, staring at the flawless marble and drowning in the sight of such details, as the pre-cum which covered the sluts, the mighty veins of his marvelous cock or the adoring looks on all those faces. The whole thing looked as if only a lightning had to strike it and the people would become alive again and fuck each other’s brains out.

Mr. Grenoir let them all rest in the shadow of this imposing artwork, at least for a few moments but then he urged them to move on, Uraca Montclair was waiting, a feat which wasn’t abused lightly.

Reminded of the importance of the meeting the group took to the stairs, which were so wide that five people could walk on them abreast. On the upper terrace they weren’t the only people any more. In fact just then two gorgeous giggling women with just a few pieces of clothes on were trying to sneak out. Tonalnan spotted them and smiled as she noticed the white goo, which drippled down their legs. "Who are they?" She asked no one in particular

"Prostitutes." Answered Fiametta and then realized that such a profession did not exist on the island, so her intended explanation was quite useless, therefore she added: "They fuck for money."

Sadly not even this helped and Tonalnan looked rather confused or maybe even impressed. "Are they that good, that they can take gold for spreading their legs?" On the island not even the queen took money for fucking, despite the fact that it could be reasonable assumed that she was and still is the best lay on the island. Without hesitation Tonalnan walked over to meet those great fucks. Both women look almost shocked, when they spotted the exotic beauty coming their way.

A radiant smile stopped them cold in their tracks and soon a soothing voice would send shivers through both harlots. "Why are two such beautiful and well fucked sluts like you trying to leave this palace?" Tonalnan didn't really wait for an answer, before she jammed two fingers into the snatch of the first one. A squelching sound could be heard, even louder than the surprised gasp of the twat’s owner, as the greedy hole sucked those fingers in completely - the woman moaned due to Tonalnan’s well versed finger play.

She got close now and whispered: "Hmmm, you got a nice filling, who gifted you with this load."

It took the whore a moment to realize that she had been asked a question and even a moment longer to work out an answer and bring it through her lust sated mind. "The... the twins.... oooohhhhh..." She never got further because the professional couldn't control herself while being finger fucked by an expert and her orgasm cut any possible answer short, as her legs began to tremble, so her friend came up behind her and held the shivering body, while she shook through her climax.

Unfazed by this the princess continued with her work, until she was sure the woman had at least three solid orgasms. Her mother had taught her that only after the third orgasm was the mind finally at rest and ready for more. As soon as she guessed this mark was reached, Tonalnan pulled her fingers back and made a show of cleaning them with her mouth.

"Hmmm, I like this taste, your pussy is delicious but I hope you didn't milk the twins dry."

Joygirl number two was holding her twitching friend quite close and giggled happily: "Don't worry, they are rich enough to get the right potions, they will refill quickly. In fact they already booked us for another round tonight."

This evoked a smile from Tonalnan. "I'm afraid they will be busy tonight with fucking my cum hungry asshole but I won't mind if you show up and fuck me or my friends." She got really close now and let her hands drift behind both whores, only to sneak her fingers into the twat of the second woman and give her a similar treatment, then she already had her friend, until the princess had evoked another couple of gasps. After a few minutes she again pulled back and cleaned her fingers off. "Also delicious, I can't wait to find out, how you two taste after getting buggered for an hour."

They looked at each other, before the first one finally stated: “But… that wouldn’t change the taste of our pussies, wouldt it?”

Tonalnan’s brows went up: “That’s true, so I will have to get a taste of your butts, won’t I?”

Both women twitched visibly, in a good way, the thought of getting their asses eaten by that exotic beauty was mind boggling. Still giggling Tonalnan walked back to the rest of her group; midway she threw a naughty look over her shoulder, laughing quietly as she saw the two women had collapsed into an eager 69.