Other than an occasional yelp or a muffled scream, the women did not attempt to communicate withthemThe other group, on the other side of the warehous..., could not have been more different. Dressed in fine suits, these men were well groomed and well dressed. They did not hide their faces. Some were young. Most were older. Unlike the guards, these men did not approach the women, but stood off to the side, watching.As the women watched the men in front of them in confusion, they recognized one. Summer quickly lathered up as Pete increased his pace. She could tell Pete was getting close as he started to moan. She tried not to look though it was the hardest thing she's ever done. When she was rinsing her soapy body, Summer noticed that Pete stopped before he came. He lit a cigarette as he tried to calm himself. Summer was still trying to rinse off the Pete said, "3 minutes slut!" Summer quickly hopped out of the shower drying herself off with a towel looking for the clothes Pete had. She would gasp or moan if I angled my hips differently. I learned that she liked it better when I sort of rolled my hips into hers, like rocking. I paired that with leaning in further to suck on her neck as I rolled my hips into hers, biting down the way I knew she wanted to. She was having trouble containing her moans. I reached a hand between us and rubbed her clit until she was arching her back. ‘Clark!’ She suddenly called. I felt her walls clench down, squeezing my cock and even though. Drying her eyes she began stroking the big orange cat. He stretched and buzzed louder enjoying the attention. “Merry Christmas Sam.”Lying in bed she thought about all the things which brought her to this place just three weeks ago; the death of her parents, her escape from her uncle, growing up on the road, the menial jobs and hardships while she moved from place to place, always looking over her shoulder. And now thanks to the deaths of two fine people she had never met she could possibly.