. The subterfuge works almost too well.Both Bob and Janice were convinced that they had raped Pamela; especially since all three were still naked. So ...hen Pamela demanded they sign a promissory note to the effect that they would do exactly as she said for a period not less than one year; they readily agreed and signed willingly.Now turning to Bob; Pamela asked him how his arse was feeling and he suddenly admitted his arse felt really sore before Pamela jumped in by saying that whilst he was. The warmth of it made me tremble a bit. He turned his head and looked down at my shorts. "Dear God, those shorts are driving me crazy...."He started to move his hand....slowly....going up until he was touching my inner thigh. Every muscle in my body was tightening up. I had a hard time focussing on the road ahead of me. He started carressing me, ever so slowly, like he wanted to feel every inch of it. I let him and didn't say anything. After this soft touch he suddenly sunk his nails into my. We both just lay together, letting the feeling of our orgasms pass over us. As we came to our senses, we noticed that Amber was still watching us, absently fingering her pussy.“Wow,” Amber said.“Yeah,” smiled Becky. “You’ve got to get your problem fixed so you can experience this too.”I got up, withdrawing from Becky. I could see a flood of sperm flow out of her pussy as I pulled out. “We’d all better get cleaned up before we’re missed.”----------------------------------------When I woke up the. "Come on in," Carly said, greeting Liz at the door.It was the same generic motel room Liz shared with the girls, coarse beige wallpaper, busy, patterned carpet. Between two full sized beds was a bureau bolted to the wall and there was a long dresser across from the beds with a television on it. In front of the window, which was covered by two heavy, ugly curtains, was a small, round table. An ice bucket, filled with cubes and a large bottle of wine, topped the table. The far bed, against the.