When we got back to the room, they both looked kind of funny, sneaky funny and one asked, "So maybe Mom isn't coming back tonight?" Well, look guys, I...think she might have met a guy and, well, she doesn't get much attention these days and, well, I'm sure you hope she has a good time, right?" Oh, we do. But what about you, Aunt Jess?" Hey, looks like your mom has the good time, maybe I'll meet someone tomorrow?"They looked at each other rather suspiciously, then they both pulled their shorts. I can almost feel the outline of his cock sliding through my fuck tunnel. I'm on my knees and he is riding me now like dog fucking his bitch. I feel dirty and it makes my cock hard as a rock. I feel a drop of pre-cum forming on the tip of my hard cock. As if he can feel it too, he reaches and strokes my cock, smearing the pre-cum on the head, then rubbing my balls gently. I'm in heaven now. His cock is almost fully buried in me. I can feel his head almost rubbing against the end of my fuck. I wanted to go back, but Kristin hadn't seen them, and knowing how she felt about Cassie, I didn't want to draw undue attention to it. Still, the whole thing left me vaguely troubled. I'd seen Cassie act that way often enough to know she was in full-on flirt mode.My first thought is that she was doing this to get back at me for being a jerk, but I dismissed the idea as vain on my part. I truthfully had no idea WHO Cassie associated with when I wasn't around. We saw each other at lunch and a. Several prisoners sat atop wooden pyramid shaped devices. They’d been shackled by the wrists and lowered at the point of the pyramid to where the point entered each mans rectum and their body weight held them in place. More than one had their scrotums nailed to the wooden pyramid. Their genitals hung in front of them and were whipped with laces by a topless torturess while another using a thin whip, whipped each mans bare bottom to the strains of men screaming, wailing for mercy and peeing.