I continued to pretend to sleep, breathing easily, and moved my hand to my cock. My elbow lay on my hip and my hand rested on my erection for a while....inally, I eased my fingers over my dick, fingers totally relaxed, and began to stroke gently. I tried to make it look like something a sleeping teenager would do, but it’s hard to say that it worked. In any case, my hand caressed my cock to the point that I felt some pre-cum at the end. This aroused me tremendously and as much as I tried to. My balls were full and aching and my cock was once again unable to attain an erection. My balls and ass were not nearly as sore as they had been the night before though due to the crop that Trista had used.I looked around the room and didn't see or hear any sign of Trista. At first, I was relieved, but then I started to panic. If I lose track of her I would really be in a tough spot with her still having the key. I sprang up out of bed and walked towards the kitchenette. There on the counter. Wowww! I can’t even imagine how they were fucking. “Aaajaaaaahaaaa.. Aahhaaa.. oohhh..Yeahhhhh. It was kinky stuff. So, here is how it began.One day mom was not home. I was watching porn and Sanjeev (the helper) came, and he saw me jerking off. I was watching a video titled, “WATCHING MY MOM GETTING FUCKED.”He came to me and laughed, “Kya yaar kab milega aisa mauka jab teri maa mere laude pe ho aur isse machlaa dun main.”I got very angry at him, but then he made me calm and told me he has a. I headed off as well and got to the hotel, booked in and went to the bar.20 minutes later Amanda showed up looking hot in tight black leggings. She kissed me gently on the lips and asked for a drink.After the usual small talk she asked for all the details about what Jordan and I were doing. I pretty much told her how things started, how Jordan enjoyed it and how she was meeting up with the ex-army guys.Amanda just looked at me and said "what shes met this John guy a couple of times and now he's.