I got dress as quickly as possible and left the bathroom. I prepared lunch and we ate in the dining room without saying a word. I guess he was too emb...rrassed and I am too ashamed.However, having my son caught me in the bathroom playing with my pussy while I was completely naked turns me on in a ridiculous sinful way. I needed so bad for my husband’s tongue on my pussy and his hard dick in it afterward. But later that night, my husband didn’t even touch me. I masturbate myself to sleep. I was. And very ugly. No wonder these guys are brutes. We are hustled into a badly built building of the old guard house, untied, and told to wait.I in turn examine the building we are in. It has a small front room and an even smaller room in the back. To my surprise the back room is occupied, with, that's right, more women. Mostly looking frightened and battered. It isn't looking too good here for the rest of us."Who are you?" an older woman asks as she hustles forth to greet us. "Are you new?" she. Sherry says that you an' her never did go all the way. That you were just very friendly. Right?" Uh-huh." Tell me, then, Lane. Am I a better friend than Sherry?"Who can argue with logic like that. "Yes you are."She stepped back. "Well then..." she said. And she pulled the string on that bow. Those swim trunks fell straight down long legs to the floor. She was starting on the buttons on that blouse when her phone rang.I was thinking 'Shit!'She said it. Looked at the display. "Gramma," she said.. I was so damn turned on that in less than a minute my whole body flushed up to my neck, the tips of my ears burned, my pulse pounding in them.I gasped out, “Ahh, so hot,” and shaking, my stomach clenched like a fist and one after another orgasms raged through my body. Trembling, I collapsed for a moment against his torso, sweating, heart pounding as if it would leap through my chest at any moment.I felt a gentle hand caress my face and he lifted my chin and kissed me deep and long. I realized I.