She concentrated to the noise, the chair, did it just move, the interference from the vibrating rack deceiving her. Desperately seeking guidance her m...nd invented movement, perceived or actual it culminated in a simultaneous silence, the buzzing metallic vibrations stopped and the air was still.The only sound in the dungeon was again her own deep controlled breathing, she listen hard, to herself and for an indication as to what was going on outside the blindfold.Nothing again, she felt her. She muttered, “I hate you hating not knowing what is going on.”“What?”“Nothing.”“Where’s Chuck?”It wasn’t until mid-afternoon of the next day when Gary and Chuck returned to the house. The two men walked in the door trying to act casual, but they weren’t very convincing. One look at Betsy and they both knew she was a little irate. Rather than rushing to hug Chuck, she had stood there looking at the two men with an expression that could have curdled milk.Betsy glared over at Gary. He looked over. I squirted what I had in me and soaked his cock, balls and anus hole with my juice. I kept lying on him for long until I felt reenergized and his cock tickled in my pussy. I pulled his cock out of my pussy and we changed in to 6/9 again. We started cleaning each other with passion. I took his penis in my mouth and could smell the aroma of my anus from it. It rather turned me on again. He too started licking my anus rather than my pussy while I inserted my finger in his clean anus. He twitched. She had her eyes firmly closed, and still looked to be half asleep.The lady next to my bed was still snoring slightly, so no problem there. The lady next to Grace’s bed was about ninety-three and pretty out of it, so I was comfortable there was little danger there. I listened carefully and could hear no sign of nurses. So I slipped a couple of fingers into Grace’s cunt and fingered her slowly. She let out a moan, I had to lean forward and whisper in her ear to be quiet. She was so wet, it was.