Not when she knew Hayden was so close. It felt like she'd been waiting forever for the door between their rooms to swing open when his paranoid cautio... finally broke down."Just come take it," she whispered toward the door between their rooms.She was lying naked on top of the sheet, legs raised and open. She massaged her wet slit with maddeningly patient fingers. As her pussy flushed with warm honey, she brought her fingers to her pouting nipples and smeared them with her froth. She knew he'd. One of the menhanded her a pair of gloves, the other man spread lubricant over herhands all the way up past her elbows. Then with a little help sheslipped on a pair of opera length black latex gloves. Once on andadjusted Barb grabbed the bottle of lube squirted some on her hands.She then leaned over and gently started massaging the lube into my fullyerect clitty. It was cold, wet and extremely blissful. The lube on hergloves made them extremely wet and shiny looking, and the sight of. But this time, it will be a race. The man completing the race first will forgo the next judgment. Any man who spurts will be punished doubly. ' As she looked at the five white men, their swollen erections bobbling as they were moved to their new station, one of the infidels, a man with curiously black eyes, caught her attention. He had such an odd expression, she noted. He did not appear to be terrified in the same way the others were. At times, a brief half-smile seemed to tug at the corners. A stark reminder of why I am here, hopefully to mend broken bridges. Seeing her back, her mannerisms and luscious physique compels me to walk towards her in a dream like state, mesmerized by replaying happy memories of a strong love for her, standing behind her my mind making it’s comparison and coming to the conclusion, sending messages to my lips, I hear a distant voice with a very familiar tone “Rose”! the voice is now louder and more distinct “rose baby, its me”! A slow consciousness.