We are ten minutes from the villa and I am drenched. "Finger yourself." I push one finger into my tight wetness and moan involuntarily at the penetrat...on. I slide my finger slowly in and out a few times, before pushing in a second. I finger myself harder, as my cunt squelches with the motion of my hand thrusting into my wetness. I bring up my foot on the dashboard and spread my legs so that I work my fingers faster with a feverish flush in my cheeks.Suddenly, headlights hits our car and I feel. One afternoon after my boyfriend had left, my mom said to me – that’s three times this week you don’t seem to be able to control yourself.I said I can’t – since you have known we seem to do it more than ever. I just can’t do it often enough and I have more orgasms now than ever before. I keep seeing you standing there watching us – and it turns me on thinking about somebody watching us. My mom was becoming more of a friend than a mom – things between us seemed to be more personal and intimate.. I let him slide back up the bed and off my body. I went down to him and we kissed again. He had me into him bad, and I wanted him to give me his everything. I whispered to him, “turn around for me boy.” He looked at me with silent lust, and turned over to his stomach. I kissed him down his back and grabbed is ass rubbing it and spreading it apart. He looked back at me as I rubbed my cock between his cheeks, then he closed his eyes. I held myself with my hands resting on his ass and positioned. Take the drugs and go…..I promise you the madness all ends tonight….go home to your families without any deaths on your hands…..you’re not killers.’ Some of the men stepped back, John still stood pointing his gun at Snake and Rachel, who stood at the end of the room, the knife at her throat, held in front of the evil man, her eyes wide with fear. Patrick continued, ‘John believe me I don’t want you to end up inside….its hell on earth….the old Bill are looking for me as we speak, wanting to put.