I could remember she had put on a very tiny black thong before leaving…When I got her down onto the bed, I noticed that there was fresh cum dripping...out of her pussy and down her thigh. Then I wondered if the taxi driver had enjoyed a little fun with Anita. I was a little upset, but really turned on at the same time. Ana really was passed out and I wondered what had happened. I took her phone out of her purse and hoped to see if there were any clues there. I looked in her recent photos and. She only hoped that Jack hadn't detected the lusty excitement she had been very carefully trying to hide from him. But God, she couldn't help it. It was simply a matter of some weird chemistry; Max Keele did something for her that she just couldn't ignore... "Well, are you going to come have a drink, or are you just going to stand there and watch those little bitches eat each other's pussy?" Max's deep voice reached her from where he stood behind the small bar. When she turned, facing him, he. Was it only one? And she sensed that several men were near her. A quiet whirr whispered through the air, but she only heard it after she felt the burning in her right nipple. The pain was excruciating. The hiss of the single tailed whip drew a blood curdling scream from her depths. Her arms and legs pulled hard against her bounds. Her belly jerked backwards and forward straining against her bounds.The next whirr elicited a wilder, more terrified scream even before the whip tore into her. Worse, I heard footsteps running up the stairs at quite a pace. I slid my cock back into my panties, or what I was rapidly remembering were in actual fact Sara's panties, and dropped my, or her, skirt back into place, smoothing it down and trying to cover my bulging arousal. I knew there was nowhere I could hide quickly enough, if anyone came through that door, I was discovered. My only hope was somehow to pass this off as a joke or something, anything but revealing how turned on I was by being.