When she finished, the juice was running down to his lips, and he was again moaning with excitement. The cruel wench laughed with delight, stepped off...the stool, and stropped the whip on his hard cock while staring into his eyes. Her fingers ventured to her love button, and she watched the tears of frustration fall from his eyes while she flagrantly frigged herself before him. He watched (as did I) while the strumpet slowly stroked her clit, moving her rubbing fingers up and down her steaming. He smirked at the crew chasing the fleeing guests. Before she could stop it, he had pitched her over his shoulder to carry her up the stairs after his crew.From her inverted view, she saw the bloody result of the crew's passing. Men dressed in costumes lay moaning on the ground clutching their wounds. One crewman was holding down a screaming woman on the staircase, her dress pushed up around her hips as he thrust into her. A surreal sense slowed Jillian's perception of time when they passed. "My parents aren't home," I said unnecessarily. "You couldn't know that. I didn't know that would happen."I was dressed in my bathrobe, but naked underneath. I hadn't really expected him to come. I'd been panic-stricken, at first--I still was, a little. OK, more than a little.He looked around anxiously. We were in the den. His dildo was on my nightstand, along with the others."How long have you been watching me?" I asked anxiously. I was so incredibly embarrassed. I was sitting with a man who. What Claire felt, just then, was something close to admiration, based on the fact that Cindy didn't look furtively to the sides, or come in and close the door before asking the question. Claire knew exactly what Cindy was referring to, and she recognized her impulse to assume others would also know what Cindy was asking about. But common sense told her that nobody could really infer from that question what it might pertain to.That feeling returned to her chest as she looked at her friend and.