Jodi Lee turned to see Evan Rachel Wood directing a smile and a raised glass towards her. "You're not really Jodie Foster, are you?" No." Jodi Lee sho...k her head and extended her hand. "Grace Packer. I'm from Australia." Evan's surprise had sparked Jodi Lee's improvisation skills. Jodi Lee hoped her relative wouldn't mind her name being used."I didn't think you were Jodie Foster. You look about fifteen years younger with more freckles. Are you related to James Packer, the famous Australian rich. ’ ‘Patience be damned.’ I moved in a less than elegant manner, half-standing, turning and straddling her thigh, lying over her and riding that thigh as I kissed her mouth hard. This served to shut her up and also to help me rise to the occasion. A soapy finger ran between my buttocks and I felt myself reaching towards a somewhat hasty conclusion. I kissed her hard and, arms around her neck, continued to gyrate on her wet, silky thigh. Her finger pressed a little and then I felt myself rise out. Once more I cried out loudly, "You like that whore?" Jon said loudly to me. It took a minute for the pain to ease, "Yes master" I cried "I love it master" I added, knowing that Jon would want to hear me answer as a slave would. I then came down a bit and before I could gather myself, a third and fourth set of lashes streaked hard across my back as Jon whipped me to not only his pleasure, but what was now starting to be a pleasure for me as well. "Whip me" I cried out, "Whip me hard" I begged. Even through all that, I could hear my wife's muffled screams from above. I pulled my dick out and finished myself off, leaving a gallon of my cum right in the middle of the floor. I could hear Eric finishing up above me."I'M GOING TO CUM!!" DON'T PULL OUT!! PLEASE FILL MY PUSSY!!"I heard a roar come from Eric and my wife simultaniously. I knew they came at the same time, and after another few seconds I heard nothing but silence from the room. A half-hour later, I heard the door open.