The girls joined us. “Where did all this stuff come from?” I asked, trying to take it all in. “I know a couple of guys in the university IT gang,” Conner explained, “I was talking to them about the games I wanted to make and mentioned that you had some ideas to add in tactile feedback, but we were a little under-wheeled, tech wise. All this equipment has been surplussed from the university and donated to a 'deserving startup'.” “The furniture was taking up space in storage as well, so . . .” he went on, “Those computers are about two generations ahead of what japan you had. In fact, your four are standby backups in case one of the 'new' ones craps out on us. That thing there,” he pointed to the cage, “is a scanner stage. It uses low power lasers to create a three dimensional image of whatever, or whoever is on the stage.” “I think I get it,” I said in a daze, “But, 'Wallace and Billings'?” “Had to call it something,” Conner said, “and 'Universal Framistat' was taken, it's the fictitious company the School of Business at the university uses as an example of everything.” We all moved to a pair of sofas and two easy chairs in a conversational group around a low table. Conner went on to talk about applying for a business license and the forms that would need to be filled out and filed. One of his gamer friends in the Business School who would be our sales and marketing guy. He was throwing the best of his completed games into the pot to get us started. And this would let me pursue anything I wanted to in terms of research and wow he was hungry and who wanted to go get a pizza. We went in the Land Rover. As we climbed in, Jill darted in and plucked Jennifer's discarded panties off the floor, observing that our drive home must have been interesting. Amid gales of laughter, and Jennifer's furious blush we ate pizza and talked and laughed until the pizza shop closed and headed back to the house. Once in, we settled in the living room, Jennifer on my lap in tits the easy chair and Lisa and Jill flanking Conner. Jennifer was a little nervous because she didn't really know Conner and Lisa yet. I told her voyeur that nobody would force her into anything and if she wished she could simply remain a spectator. She relaxed a bit as we cuddled together and watched as Lisa and Jill started taking turns kissing Conner, then switched to kissing each other. japanese Conner fondled their tits while they worked clumsily at his pants. Jennifer watched raptly as I stroked her tits and she rubbed my cock through my pants. Lisa and Jill paused for a moment to pull off each other's shirts, the each of them started playing with one of the others tits and kept working at Conner's pants while Conner continued on the other two tits. I slid my hands under Jennifer's shirt to fondle her tits and nipples. She raised her arms and I pealed off her shirt, returning my hands to her tits as she started trying to open my pants. By chance we all stopped at the same time asian and stripped naked and resumed our positions. Jennifer carefully pressed my cock down as she sat so it lay along her pussy lips and I went back to fondling her tits and nipples. Lisa took Conner's cock in her mouth, while Jill kissed him. He reached under them to begin fingering them both. Jennifer wiggled her self against my cock as I squeezed her nipples gently and nuzzling her neck. Why the hell was I inviting them to come and see me get humiliated – which was what I just knew would happen. Just as my bus stop came up and I grasped my shirt even tighter, I realized that she had slipped not only her hand kerchief in my shirt pocket but also a call card with her name on it. "Nope, I'm on the pill." I got up and onto my knees. If you don’t already know, I’ll tell you. Her cock felt incredible in me. My clit throbbed and ached. "Dirty, filthy pain slut, who's own mother wants to be japanese punished, who needs and wants to be punished" upon finishing saying that he skillfully flipped her once again over on her stomach and within seconds was spanking her bottom over and over with the belt but slow deliberate strokes pausing between them. I should lean over, grab her hips, and devour japan that pussy. Yesterday felt amazing. “Oh yes, tits sure, I voyeur asian remembered those.” Bertrand said and then chuckled.