Three or four had, and Tim, my boss, had seen me naked, on skype from China, and when I’d shown him that position that I had to get into when I walked into a room with men in it, in China. Then I remembered Tim saying that he’d seen my bare pussy up my skirt a few times at work. If he had then probably most of the others had as well. Maybe things weren’t quite as bad as they seemed. I was glad that I’d already had a few drinks. Then I heard a voice say, “Let’s play some party games.” That seemed to go down well and I thought about how the naked me would be affected. I thought about ‘twister’ and thought that it couldn’t be that bad; after all everyone there had already seen me naked. I started to get a little worried when someone suggested a game of ‘tickle torture’, and then asked for volunteers. Of course no one did so Ryan volunteered me; which I just knew that he would. Ryan told me to lie on the floor then a few people got down round me and started tickling me. Now I’m quite ticklish and as soon as someone touched me I started laughing and struggling to get out of their way. Before I knew it my arms and legs were held down and what seemed like a thousand hands were tickling me all over. The thing was, when whoever decided to hold my legs down did so, they’d spread them to about shoulder width and someone was tickling my pussy; then someone else was as well. I was in hysterics, and getting a quite turned on. This went on for about 5 or 6 minutes (I japanese think) then someone decided that I’d had enough. Another one of the girls there (Grace, who also went to China) got volunteered and she too had to endure what I had. Ryan had told me to sit on a chair (still naked apart from my heels) and I was just staring at the poor girl. She too got tickled on her tits and pussy, but on top of her clothes. Well her tits on top of her thin top, but her skirt had ridden up showing that she too wasn’t wearing any knickers so the tickling was on her bare pussy. That was when things started getting quite bad (or good). In the silence as everyone was thinking about what game to play next, Ryan told everyone that we’d been using a form of hypnotism for a couple of years. When someone asked him what he was on about he told everyone that it wasn’t hypnotism like he’d just used on me, but a different type of mind control. I instantly knew what he was talking about and really hoped that he’s stop right there; but he didn’t.Ryan went on to say that over a period of 6 months or so we’d trained my mind to give me an orgasm whenever a certain word was said. Some people were impressed and others just didn’t believe him. When someone asked him to prove it he turned to me and said, “Treadmill.” Of course, I had an orgasm while I was sat there on that chair. Someone said that I was faking it, and someone else said that I couldn’t have been because I was still under the hypnosis. Then someone else said, “Treadmill.” Then another; cosplay after about my 4th orgasm one of the girls shouted, “Enough; leave the poor girl alone; she’ll be knackered when Ryan wakes her up.” His cock japanese was just the right size for his body, and he had a bubble butt to die for. “Oh, yes, yes!” Rizwana moaned. Then she just wanted to fuck me. I didn't want to die. Looking up in my eyes she wrapped her lips around my cock. Her body was so warm that it was actually making me sweat, and oh so soft. The six of us, four of the farmhands, and Mr Ravens spent time in the sauna hidden behind the wall of mirrors. it now stood straight up . . . It was obvious she understood English, but did she really understood what "play" meant in our home? “Wow.. Well, hopefully, this cosplay will stretch me enough to try and get Eric's cock in my ass...