Chapter Thirteen
I awoke. Faint light, glowing through a small, well-curtained porthole, hinted at an early hour.
Dottie and Lottie had moved to the other bed and were sleeping completely naked. Each of their faces was firmly ensconced into the others pudendum.
I was glad to see that they had lowered my legs before retiring. But I was still restrained spread eagled on the bed. The very molecules of the room air seemed to painfully collide with my overly sensitive n*****s. They stung, the two insatiable lovers having sucked for hours and long after my breasts gave up their last drop of sustenance. My stomach growled, a sound and feeling to which I had become quite accustomed. I needed to urinate. But more, my neglected s*x needed the attention of my fingers. I so much desired to pinch,
