It was subtle ... like it was being repressed. It was coming from the bathroom."Sarah? Are you in there?" I asked softly. The sobbing got slightly lou...er ... I open the bathroom door slowly ... ready to snap it shut if she yelled at me.The first thing I saw was a long flowing curtain of red hair ... trailing all the way down to the small of her back ... ending just above a perfectly smooth and unblemished alabaster ass.Sarah was naked, and staring into the mirror ... I couldn't see her front. Debbie turned. Her mother's full white breasts were partly hidden by a large Black Hand that was molding that breast. Full, Black Fingers were squeezing and twisting the full expanded aureoles. Her mother's thighs had been pushed apart by Mr. Orongi whose other hand was now inside her mother's bikini bottoms. Debbie stirred. The hand inside her mother's bikini bottoms was moving vigorously! Fascinated, Debbie was unable to tear her eyes away as Mr. Orongi blatantly and enthusiastically frigged. A new type of tension wound itself around her stomach. Throughout the night Stef had been nervous. Down in this tacky hotel bar in this ridiculous makeup and these stunningly beautiful torture-chamber shoes, Stef was far from her element. What she felt right now was entirely novel, a different type of nervous. Sitting next to this huge, dangerous-looking stranger, knowing she had at least minorly offended him, Stef’s anxiety shifted within her. What was once a fuzzy feeling of insecure unease. A drop of it slowly slid down across her forehead. Then a third man arrived from the same direction the first had come from, his jizz wound up staining her neck and the collar of her starched shirt. The woman carried on reading the daily news as though nothing were happening. The video had run for less than three minutes, and Christi saw on the scroll bar that it was nearly fifteen minutes long. She began to feel hot and a little dizzy. How much more of this was there? It didn’t stop. A fourth.