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She had no idea how many hands had touched her, it if had been three different ones, or just one hand three times. They hadn’t touched her long enough for her to distinguish.

The tempo of the music changed, the DJ coaxing the crowd into a faster rhythm. She could feel the beat rise through her, the sonic vibration thrusting through her body like a vicious lover. Mary’s heartbeat quickened in response.

Minutes dragged by like seconds, or seconds dragged by like minutes. She wasn’t sure.

Two right hands reached under her skirt and stroked her ass, one on each cheek. She felt the heat of someone in front of her, smelling of some indefinable cologne mingled with alcohol and sweat. It was a man, she decided. A man who had his right hand on her left ass cheek. Someone else had another hand on her right. Both explored the curve of each, both stroked and gently kneaded. The one standing before her hefted the cheek in his hand as if gauging the weight. The other gently tugged and played with her tail. The plug quivered and jiggled a bit in her ass.

Mary’s excitement grew. She felt a tingling between her legs. She was getting wet.

Both hands left her ass and were replaced immediately by one on her left breast. It was large and strong. The thumb traced the outline of her nipple through the flimsy material. She felt the heat of a body behind her and the touch of leather straps against her fingers. It was Joseph. He tweaked her nipple, sharply. She gasped. A shiver ran through her loins.

Another hand snaked its way around her right and grasped her other breast beneath the material. It began to knead and massage her, insistent and possessive. She moaned. In her limited sensory universe the moan loomed large and majestic. She thrilled at the release of it.

“Lean back” the command echoed through her mind, overriding the insistent throbbing of music. She leaned into him, her hands resting on his kilt covered groin and her arms trapped between them. She fumbled through the thick overlapping leather, working her way until she finally gained free passage. Straining at her straps she found his latex sheathed cock just within reach of her fingertips. It was hard and throbbing.

He shifted his weight, pulling hers onto him, and his cock was within her grasp. She clung to it, stroked it. He was as excited as she was.

“Legs”, he commanded her, and she shifted her stance, moving her feet apart. “More,” he insisted, and she spread her legs further, feeling the skirt drape gently between her naked thighs.