Jenna heard the claps and then saw the three women enter. They wasted no time at all in getting in position, one on her hands and knees right next to Jenna as the other shoved a thick strap on into her. They were so close that Jenna could hear every slapping collision, the dildo sloshing through the wetness. She could smell the sex as she closed her eyes to look away, but she couldn’t plug her nose, couldn’t cover her ears.<br/><br/>Hearing Fabiana say so confidently that she would make Jenna just as submissive as these other girls made her shake her head. “No, I wont” she said, still hearing the moans and feeling the bed shake from the forceful pounding the one girl was taking. She certainly seemed to be enjoying herself, but Jenna was trying not to listen, trying to take her mind away, though it was impossible.<br/><br/>“I’m not a lesbian. I cant...” she stammered. If Fabiana knew so much about her, she had to know of Jenna’s religious upbringing. Her cross necklace was gone as the sins of these two girls going at it continued next to her, making her breasts jiggle as their bodies slapped together. “Please I don’t want to do... that” she whined.