She was acutely aware of the slick wetness that coated her pussy and painted her thighs.Then she was wrenched by the terror that she was not alone, an... she struggled against what could only be bonds. She was tied to the bed and blindfolded, she realised, and she was obviously not alone in the room. “Who are you? There isn’t much money, but take what you want, please, just don’t hurt me,” she whispered.There was no reply as the thick pad of a fingertip slid over her slick cunt lips and pressed. If you think we just washed, then you don't know us very well. We never let an opportunity to play pass us by. Yes, we did wash, but we also played our way through another set of orgasms for all three of us.Dried off and dressed, we drifted down to breakfast. We were met by Alice who had a certain glow on her face. I looked at her with an inquisitively raised eyebrow. She smiled at me and just said, "Fitzroy." I gave her a high five and then we settled down to restore our energy levels.Grace. He reached to turn the knob on the lamp next to the bed, and angled the light so it wouldn’t shine on Melody’s face. With his eyes adjusting to the light, Bryan looked around her room. The walls were a light yellow, pale sunshine yellow she’d told him once. An attempt to enhance the room with false brilliance she couldn’t get into the room. The rest of her room was painted in pastel colors, light blues, pinks, and greens. He shifted his eyes towards her desk which included a rolling office. “Oh yes, oh yes, oh fuck me, yes, oh fuck me please John fuck me, ahhhhhhhhh.”Three quarters of my length was pumping into her arse.I could feel a resistance at the end of each stroke that was further accentuated by her ooooooh’s and ahhhhhhhhh’s.I stopped briefly, slowly pushing my knob into her.Plumbing the depth of her dirt box.The resistance gradually waned.My prick became totally engulfed by her.My bollocks resting against her labia.Slowly I increased my pace until my groins were slapping.