She just couldn’t see a way out; couldn’t believe there was one. She had felt such utter despair, she had felt so incredibly lost.Tears sprung int... her eyes as she remembered and Donna anxiously looked up at the door again; “Open damn it, open!”Unwillingly she thought back on how she had spent last Monday night at Ms. Brendan’s mansion. How she had licked Ms. Brendan’s pussy for the longest time, masturbated herself on command after Ms. Brendan had had her orgasm.Humiliating, stupid ... How. As her breathing got heavier, and her breasts were heaving up and down, she could feel her body coming to the brink of an earth moving orgasm, then the spell was broken when she heard laughter coming from downstairs.Coming out of her aroused state she quickly got dressed into joggers and a T-shirt, swearing as she slipped on the wooden flooring. Making her way downstairs Tracy automatically recognized the voices of Martin and his wife Shelly; Pete had bought them home with him to celebrate over. "Harder Robbie! harder! I want to cum! I want to cum!" she groanedI thrust deeper and harder and our bodies slapped together happily as we did, and then suddenly a voice interrupted us "Holy shit!" said a tall, skinny pale, long curly black haired woman standing in the archway, in a long blue dress and heels."Amanda!" cried Mrs Jones looking up in surprise."Holy shit, Annabelle, what is going on here?" asked Amanda stepping into the small room."It's not what it looks like" Mrs Jones replied. I tried to make his penis hard with my other hand but itwasn't working. Had he stopped liking me?'You do it,' he said.'What?''I'll show you.' He took my hand away from hissoft penis and guided my index finger to my clitoris.'I can't,' I protested.He persisted until my finger seemed to find itsown rhythm. He let go and sat up, watching me touch myself in that dirty way─ smiling. I could see his spear getting rigid again. Then the samefeelings came back: pulsing, contracting, waves of panic,.