Landra kept finger fucking Tesela trying to keep up with her frenetic bounces and she had to stick two fingers of her free hand into her own pussy, al...o overwhelmed with passion. The three of them were on the edge of their thresholds, their frenetic movements, their breathing, their sighs and hums... were announcing the threat of an imminent explosion. Tesela began to ride wild up and down, forward and backwards begging Landra to get more fingers in her pussy. As soon as Landra did so, Tesela. As she serviced the men and women at the party, her mind focused on the guilt she felt for what she had done to her friend and roommate. Tiana obviously was quite content with her new life and Marie -- she didn't even know her last name -- would now be impossible to find. Besides, she didn't know what she could do to make amends with the French woman, but Cathy was another matter. Perhaps Darius had been telling the truth, perhaps Cathy, like Tiana, was content with her life as sexual slave.. “Are you ready Jocat?”The sharpness of the pain was immense, but at the same time exquisite, she kissed away the tears, that had sprung from my eyes and whispered to me that everything would be OK and that the hurt would soon go away. I felt her finger move deeper within me; it was warm, like a wiggly worm, exploring the place that no one had been before, now it was deep in my moistness. She started to rub me inside, suddenly she touch somewhere that made me jump, she pushed harder on that. The name on her ticket was not Mickey Smith. It was Christina M. Stanton. Mike knew how tight airport security was these days and he knew that if this woman was able to get on a plane with that ticket, she had to have ID that stated she was Christina Stanton. Maybe the M. stood for Mickey and she went by her middle name, but Smith still wasn’t Stanton. He reasoned that maybe she was smart enough not to give her real name out to just any stranger she met. That had to be it. She was just.