After a good ten minutes or so I asked one of the waiters if he would check on him. The waiter came out and said Harry wasn’t in there. That’s whe... I started to get worried. I called him on his cell phone. He said he was headed home. I couldn’t believe he would just leave me there.” Cathy could see telling this story was hard on Linda. “You shouldn’t be telling me all this, Linda, you’re actually crying. Why don’t we stop here.” “No, I want to tell you the whole story, Cathy. You have to know. Well that was it, if I stood there any longer I was liable to leave the evidence of my voyeurism all over their hallway carpet! I quietly made my way to the bathroom, and tried to piss, for any guy that's ever tried to do that with a raging hard on, you'll know it's damn near impossible. Eventually, having succeeded I made my way back down the hallway, pausing to glance back into their room, and was again stopped dead in my tracks. Pixie was now riding Rick's cock cowgirl style, very slowly. The longer they drove the more the traffic noise diminished until Catlin heard no other cars for some time. The car slowed and turned onto a gravel road and continued to follow a curving path for several minutes. Catlin could smell pine trees.Finally the car pulled to a stop. The driver rolled down the window and must have pressed a button for a couple of seconds later Catlin heard a voice over a small speaker say, "Yes?"The woman answered, "Miss Smith and passenger." There was a sound like a. . What? ... How?" His hands were shaking badly and his eyes were bloodshot. That was not the worst of it as Michelle could now see. One eye was black and blue for a radius of almost two inches and was nearly closed from swelling. Michelle counted three cuts on his face. Not minor abrasions but deep cuts, one of which should have stitches at this point. They looked to have been cleaned but not professionally. He didn't seem to notice the cuts that must have been very painful. There was a bruise.