"Feeling better, baby?" Ana asked as she slipped into the hot tub with me and cuddled against my side."Yes. How about you, John, are you feeling bette...?" I asked as he came in and sat in the tub."Yeah, didn't think I would ever get warm again," he replied as he took a refilled glass from Nancy."How's the girl?" I asked as I took my cup from Ana."Aunt Minnie and Natalie Reese think she will be ok. But she's going to have scars once the whip marks heal on her back. She's latched on to Norman. She. Fred is also ready to shoot a load down her throat. Jennifer's eyes glaze over and small tears appear in them, yet she has a contented expression on her face and I know she is enjoying herself. Fred pulls his cock out as he begins to cum, squirting his spunk all over her face and into her beautiful dark hair. Her tongue flails about greedily as she tries to get a taste of it. Jack pulls out of her ass and collapses to the floor with exhaustion. Bob tosses her aside and gawks at her. "I took a quick look around in the gloom. Despite the entrance I happened upon I couldn't make out walls or even the ceiling except for the open hole that let me in. "That is if I can find a way out." I muttered to myself as I turned. "I can show you the way, but first I would like a favor."Her voice came from right behind my ear. While I was searching out my surroundings she had slipped up behind me. I spun instinctively towards the sound, but she matched my movement circling around behind me. My psychologist says that I have a "self-loathing" issue and that may be so, but I don't really care what he says. It fills a deep down need in me. I only have sex once a year, on Thanksgiving Day, and always with some drunken smelly guy who probably won't even remember who he had sex with by morning. He might not even realize that he had sex at all. But I would know, and I always made sure that they orgasmed and I always rubbed their spunk all over my tits and lick it from my fingers..