The skilled waitresses had both drawn up the rear of their kimonos so that their charms would be also on display. There would be passionate reverberations from their activities and they both stood to be the beneficiaries of it.
The room was silent except for the moans of the two fledgling comfort girls. Janice began to squirm and her back arched as the teasing of the tongue on her bud became almost unbearable. Her blood was rushing in her ears; her heart was pumping wildly. She felt the familiar sensation of her orgasm building. “No! No! No!” she tried to call, but the sinister black ball in her mouth suppressed her words. She felt that all eyes were on her oozing canal as the woman pressed her thighs wide apart and leaned away to let her passions cool. She felt the men’s eyes pierce her
