They were stained so I assumed the guy must have had a wank whilst watching us. Every few days we would have a bath together (and fuck) and each time...the cupboard door was open. As it was generally at the same time we got into a routine which I would assume meant our watcher also knew our routine. I tried to change what we did: I shot my cum over her face, boobs and ass, fucked doggy position on bathroom floor, standing up and so on. Where-ever possible I tried to open up D’s pussy to give him. That night I went to bed early but I did not dream at all. I felt cheated and lonely in the morning, nothing had happened. Two nights later she returned, this time we talked when she appeared. She told me her name was Daphne, her main goal was to please me and take a small part of my being each time we met. She explained my “soul" was at risk but this was a concept I could not understand. Science has never proven a person to have an immortal soul, what she talked of made no sense, but she. He grabbed the surprised woman around the waist and pushed her onto the messy bed. Her arms were still above her head, with the T-shirt obstructing her view, so she cried out for him to wait, but Johnny wasn't listening. He wanted to fuck her and he was ready.As Kriste continued struggling with her T-shirt, while lying on her back on the bed, Johnny parted her thrashing legs and pushed his swollen cock into her. He pulled out slowly and then pushed back in, but fast this time, fast and. Would any order be that easy? Take your top off. Bend over. Spread your cheeks. Take that dick. The thought aroused me immensely. In the middle of my footrub, my phone went off. At first I thought it was a mistake, I hadn't spoke to Christina in weeks. Why would she be calling me? I let it go to voicemail, but she kept calling. Eventually I answered. The call that followed was one of the longest and most irritating calls of my life. She was crying and complaining about her night. She had gone.