The drugshad helped but he couldn't attribute all this feeling to them. This wasfreedom. Freedom from caring. Just like Isabella had promised. He waso... the same level as everyone else. On the same level as Craig. On thesame level as his friends...His friends. Like an arrow through the airof ecstatic fuzz in his brain he remembered his friends. He stillhadn't found them. They were still out there, somewhere on the floor.He wanted to find them. To share this feeling with them. To see Dale.To let. It was only 11 a.m., but the place was full of people – mostly naked – and we had to wend our way through the throng to find two unoccupied lounge chairs. On the way, I spotted the other odd couple we’d seen the night before in the dining room – an older man, distinguished looking with a very expensive haircut, and a young girl, roughly my age, traveling with him.Older men with much younger women were perhaps far more commonplace in such a setting as were Emily and I, but they stood out, not. Then he slowly worked his dick in her ass. Once he was in she was going wild thrusting back at him and almost screaming “Fuck me; oh yea; fuck me.” Pete fucked her frantically for about five minutes then pumped his second load of the day in her bowels. They were both panting in the afterglow when I went behind the couch and presented my semi hard dick for Katie to suck. She sucked me for a minute until I was fully hard. Then I said, “Get it good and wet for me.” She looked up at me with her. Harry gasped and Sally sensed his reticence. “We need a safe word, Harry. If this goes too far and you want to stop, then just say 'Purple' and I will stop. But let us hope,” she leered, “we both enjoy this and you never say it!” Harry groaned and struggled against the handcuffs that bound him, spread wide, on the bed. He whimpered and moaned but said nothing. He knew the score. Sally then held the implement, a small whip with many leather straps on it. The handle was about six inches long and.