Her pussy ached. It was not only psychological, as she had once thought. It was physical. She could feel the throbbing – slight, but certainly there... And she knew what it was, and how to ‘fix’ it. One hundred years ago, it was called ‘female hysteria’, and cures included genital massage with a hand, water, or elecro-mechanical pelvic massager all performed by a doctor. It all ended, of course, with a ‘hysterical paroxysm’ – the almighty orgasm. Cumming. She needed to cum. She smile at her. “Spank that ass!” He obliged, seeing the pink color emerge on her butt cheeks from his smacks.Linc’s orgasm was not yet at hand. He was working hard and the surprise of the whole situation had not worn off. In the back of his mind, he remembered someone might be here any minute. Whatever suppressed his potential eruption did not prevent him from apparently satisfying his customer.“Oh, yes,” Tracey’s voice was low. “I’m close.” Her body began to squirm, so Linc held her tighter, not wanting to. Light flooded the room as four black clad masked figures rolled in like a tidal wave. The girls were shouting loudly to heighten the sense of nightmare and terror. The men remained quiet. “Film the Floyd bitch wearing the strap-on,” yelled one girl. “Pull the sheets away from them,” screamed the other. “I want them both naked.” “Pull them apart, so we can see their nudity.” “Get the wetness of the juice that sprayed their faces,” shouted the first. “Turn the Aitken woman over, I want a shot of. "Mrs. Parry? Hi, my name is James Matthews, my friend Mark Davis worked for your husband, I was wondering if I may be able to speak to him for a moment?" Sure, he's right here, it was so sad what happened to them. I'm sorry for your loss; let me get Ray for you." Thank you."There was silence for a few seconds and then a gruff voice answered, "Hello." Good evening Mr. Parry, I'm sorry to bother you at home, my name is James Matthews, Mark Davis was my best friend." You have good taste in.