Ch 161. Desired Levels

George finally leaves the center of the crowd and unexpectedly makes his way over to me.

"Ah, there you are," he says. "I've been looking for you."

I raise an eyebrow, my curiosity piqued. "Oh? And why is that?"

He leans in closer. "Because I have a special surprise for you," he whispers.

He points out one of the three beds. While Sasha and Stella are there, bound to the ceiling by ropes, Bree and Naomi treat them somewhat badly.

“Not my fault you decided to test the ropes,” Bree giggles as she smacks their asses with a paddle.

I grin as I notice that Stella has clamps on her nipples, and Bree is going to put more on even more sensitive spots.

“Damn,” I say, watching the show.

“Better go there and get your own paddle,” George laughs. “I would have done that already, if not for your stingy boundaries.”

I nod and walk to the bed. As I sit down on the edge, the girls turn their heads and see me watching them.

"David," Naomi purrs, her voice low and husky. With a pouting, innocent face, s