Helen
Morgan continued speaking, his hands joining Zander's, touching me, lighting a fire of need within me that was quickly becoming familiar. "Rule number one. You aren't allowed to touch yourself if we aren't there to see it," Morgan commanded.
"Not touch myself? That would be impossible." I said, not understanding his meaning. Zander's hand had reached my mound as he ran his fingers over my womanhood, rubbing against my c**t as realization of what they meant dawned on me.
"Oh," I gasped and arched my hips into his touch. Morgan had begun to kiss me, his mouth on my neck, placing wet kisses down my throat until his mouth reached the top of my breasts. I felt my bra come undone and then his mouth was on my n****e, sucking the sensitive flesh into his mouth. I moaned deeply, enjoying t
