The second trip they took, I heard a commotion and Mitzy screaming. The door was open and I could see her struggling with a good-sized youth or young ...an. There was a baseball bat beside the doorjamb that Mike had pointed out to me when we first arrived.I picked it up and flew out and down the steps. I could see that Mike was down and was being pummeled by another boy. There were three boys or men that were concentrating on trying to get Mitzy into a beat-up old car. I launched myself at the. He was spell-bounded at the show she was giving to him.“Here”, she said. He grabbed the glass and she felt that he deliberately touched her fingers this time which made her blush. She stole a glance at him. His eyes were glued to her alluring cleavage. She smiled to herself. He emptied the glass in one go as if he had been athrust for a long time. “Thank you Ma’am; you are so nice”, the boy said. She figured from her face that he was reluctant to go. “Okay, has a nice game”, she wished out.. As always before please let me know your comments.Now coming back to the story for those of you who have not read my previous story please read that first.As described earlier I had a 5 day weekend and enjoyed Nita to the maximum, although she was open to most things she never let me fuck her ass and that was one thing I was dying for. Though our routine was always fixed she would come in the morning a little earlier than before and we would have a quick session and then sometimes in the. Each time I cum louder and harder than the time before. I’m sore, my arms and legs stretched out across the mattress, my ass and pussy still recovering from the last time, my drool cool against my cheek as I stare at the clock, set where I would be forced to watch it count down the minutes. I can’t help but wonder what he does between the times that he fucks me. Sleep? Watch TV? Go for a walk? I replay the last time in my head, feeling my face heat up as the tell-tale dampness between my legs.