You bite your lip trying not to make any noise, maybe if he doesn't hear you, he won't know. You work your fingers faster and faster as you get close....You begin to brutally finger fuck yourself when you finally cum so hard your knees buckle. You feel so good as you begin to recover, he didn't catch you, you got away with it. As you step out of the shower you go cold as you notice them for the first time. Cameras, small cameras on every wall, from every angle. You begin to pray that they weren't. I jumped and pulled my hand back. “Did he just moan? Or was that me?” I thought to myself. But he seemed the same, so I repeated the process. Damn! His ass felt great and I could taste his salty skin with each kiss I dared to take. Feeling his ass, stroking my throbbing cock and kissing his too sweet and salty neck, made me feel even braver. (Or, was it horny). I had to have a little more. I was already so damn close to shooting. I released my cock and using two hands; I slowly and gently. The men looked nervously at each other for several moments before some of them began tossing their weapons to the ground. As each man dropped his weapon, my targeting system changed the symbol highlighting him from red to yellow.“How do we know...” the talkative driver started. He never finished the sentence because he raised his pistol and began firing at me. He got off a single shot that completely missed me before the targeting system dropped him. The last man panicked and threw down his. “Yes, but that was different. I was with my best friends, and there it’s expected.” She giggled again. “I certainly got an eyeful! I haven’t seen so many cocks, since I went to Woodstock!”“I saw the movie last month on TV. Weren’t you that girl running around with nothing on but body paint?”“No! That wasn’t me! Besides I never took my shorts off.”“Then you were topless?”“Just for the communal bathing one day. We all went down to the brook, but they didn’t get that into the film. I’m.