"To prove his point, Billy silently reached under the covers and began massaging one of my breasts."Stop that," I hissed at him. "They’ll hear us. I...know it."Billy didn’t answer, but instead reached out with his other hand and started to stroke my pussy through my underpants. I should have stopped him, but the feeling was just too good as his fingers again applied themselves to my already wet pussy.Looking over at my parents, it appeared that they were sleeping soundly, unaware of the raw. The bedclothes were rumpled. The two figures sleeping atop it were still slick with sweat and their own fluids, their skin glistening and slight, content smiles on their faces. On the floor beside the bed, a half-packed suitcase lay where it had fallen in their throes of passion. All the anger, all the fear, all the love and compassion just vanished, replaced by a gnawing, deep hole of numb betrayal.The knife slipped from his fingers unnoticed and stuck quivering in the wooden floor point first. Here I was losing control over myself, even her scream where now sounding like a moan, I dared and parted her legs little, and started massaging her at lower part of her waist, she had closed her eyes, she was enjoying the massage, I slowly started moving my arms little lower and sliding her thong, she didn’t object, so I slide it to her thigh and started massaging her ass.She was now moaning in pleasure, here my dick was also hard and poking through my pant to get free.I slide her underwear. Just as Suzy was walking upin front of me, Morgan reached down to my cock and slipped asmall string around my entire organ right at the base. She gaveit a quick yank that almost brought me to my knees and I lookeddown to make sure she hadn't ripped it off. I could easily seethat it was an intricate series of knots that acted like a slipknot, but there was also a small knot in the string itself thatprevented it from opening back up enough to be removed. That waswhy Morgan must have snapped it so.