I had almost forgotten about Dave with Sharon draped across his lap while I had been intently working Heather’s ass. I looked up to see his reactio... and he gave me an approving nod. . ?OK. I’ll trade you the sweater for 6 strokes,? Heather spoke up suddenly. Thinking for a moment, I responded. ?The deal has changed. Now it’s 4 strokes for both the sweater and bra. Take it or leave it.? She looked quickly over at Dave, but he made no response. ?OK. I’ll take it.? She squirmed. "You left us! You don't give a damn about us!" I was going to keep screaming until the son of a bitch was driven out of my sight.I felt something touch my hand, and my first thought was my wrists were being put in restraints again. But instead, I saw that Debbie had taken my hand in hers. I looked up into her eyes, and my next scream died on my lips.She looked at me calmly, caringly. My body was still vibrating with the aftershocks of my rage as she raised her other hand to briefly touch my. "Whoa, I can't believe it." He said. "Devin has tits ..." I burst out laughing finally, for the first time smiling and relaxing.Yep, they were still my friends. Dana, however, didn't appreciate the remarkand elbowed Murphy in the side. "Ow! What you do that for?" "For being a prick! Devin's in trouble here. The least you could do is besupportive." "I'm supportive, I was just making an observation." He rubbed is sidefor a moment and then continued to stare at me. "I mean, they are obvious." I. It felt so good. A true face fuck. I came again, with the semen going straight down her throat.I stepped back and looked down on her again. “Please let me go now. I promise I won’t do this again, ever.”For the first time since I had known she was the burglar my cock was not so hard it was uncomfortable. I looked at her body: large breasts spilled over a torn blouse, her pussy open between her legs. I was not going to give this up quickly. I grabbed the remains of her knickers, cut off one arm.