I looked back to see the sisters scurrying about, cleaning up anyevidence of our little party before the old man walked through the door.Just as I was...shutting the door, I saw something that sent a chill downmy spine. My black jacket was hanging on the coat rack by the foyer likea black flag warning of impeding danger. It was too late to say or doanything, the girls were too preoccupied to notice. I had a feeling thiswasn't going to end well.Damn, I should have called a cab like I was going to. In seconds, I felt his pole throb, and I knew he was cumming, with an intensity he had never before experienced. I kept right on riding him, his cum dripping down from my box, his cock like a shaft of steel, unable to soften. The drug overriding his body’s reflex to cause his cock to go limp. A few minutes later he came a second time, but I had yet to cum even once. This is typical for me, as I need a lot of stimulation before my first orgasm. Subsequent ones come much more frequently and more. “I didn’t know you liked wearing my panties – but then you didn’t know I had this, did you?” she asked.“What… what are you going to do?” I asked. I could feel my pulse pounding and my cock straining in my panties.“I’m going to pull that soiled thong out of your crack and fuck you up the bum,” said J. “Now get on all fours and stick your arse up.”My heart was racing as I got up on my hands and knees. I felt J ease the thong aside and then felt the head of the strap-on pushing against my tight. ‘What I thought was, I could go and see him before he gets out and tell him that I’ve moved on with my life and if he made any attempt to see me when he got out he would end up back in gaol.’ If I hadn’t been scared out of my wits and deafened by the alarm bells that were ringing telling me that she was being very brave doing that for me, for us, I’d probably not been in my present situation. Over the next couple of days I tried hard to keep my mind off my impending demise and focussing on.