I don't know how many of them passed me around and used me as a cumdump, I lost count quickly, and afterwards I was marched into the bathroom for more...cleanup and outfit change. It was similar to my first outfit I had met sir in. Very similar.. a cute short pink dress, white stockings, but in pink ankle strap heels, and the pink cuffs and collar with whorish makeup reapplied. The ring and straps around my clitty remained, and the familiar plug filled me as I stayed panting and horny for their. Or does she? Is she looking over at me when she turns her head my way? Is it just her enjoying herself and she turns her head during her time of passion? That may be it…but it really seems like she is looking at me. Am I wanting her to be looking at me? Do I want her to know that I am watching her? The excitement of her knowing makes me look out of the window again.Once my eyes focus, I see that she is on her back, plug still in, legs open and wide. Her hand rubbing…rubbing up and down. Jenee opened sleepy eyes and smiled up at Hank, who grinned down at her "you're going to shrivel up into a prune soon." Jenee chuckled "have I been asleep long?" Hank nodded "almost three hours, I kept coming in to check on you to make sure you hadn't drowned or gotten tossed out with the bath water" Jenee sat up sloshing water against the sides of the tub "ohhh my goodness I didn't mean to sleep that long, why isn't the water ice cold?" Hank smiled "because the tub knew you were still in it,. Then his hand slowly slid further up, moving over my shirt and up to my breasts, in which I had concealed a condom (the main good thing about having 16DD boobs and being fairly skinny is being able to hide things in between them). He fondled my boob for a minute, then slid my shirt over my head. When my shirt was off, I pushed him back to a sitting position and straddled him. He undid my bra strap as I undid his shirt, and I grabbed my dark pink bra before it fell. I grabbed the condom and.