Within moments he was connected, her face appearing on the screen.“Hi” she said cheekily.“I shouldn’t talk to you, you cut me off last night.�...� He growled.“It was for your own good, you were getting randy.” She said sweetly.“I’m allowed to get bloody randy with my fiancée.”“Oh on a lap top, where’s the fun in that?” She asked.“Well I may have forgotten what you look like.” Even he thought, that sounded feeble.“You’ve forgotten what I look like after only a few days?” Pretending to sound. He frowned as he watched it land next to the fake hundred dollar bill. He walked to the window and stared out at the night sky.How did we get here? I thought we were reconnecting. I thought I was more in tune with her. Then Cassie came back to town and Christy and Bob are divorcing. And then there was the limousine fantasy two weeks ago. What an unmitigated disaster!She didn't even apologize. Heck she barely acknowledged that the evening happened. Every time he'd tried to talk to her about it,. With mercy for my raging cock, Amy skipped the back rub and trailed her fingers down to my legs, squeezing my muscles between her fingers. The mutual relaxation and arousal seeped into my skin. She ranged close to my ass, but waited for me to make the first move.I made it. Pulling my leg forward a little more, I felt Amy moved in between them to give me room. I reached down and closed my fingers around my cock. I heard Amy's breath catch, and a shiver raced down my spine to know this turned her. Now he was anxious to see how Heather and his ‘friend’ were getting along.He unlocked the door and climbed into the van. He heard a pathetic whimpering coming from the rear. Moving back, he saw Heather fastened to the floor. Her trembling body was covered in sweat. Her hair was damp and matted. Tears rolled down her cheeks. Her eyes held a vacant stare. Her head rolled slowly from side to side. Her face reflected the horrors of the last three hours.“Well, well, well. Are you two playing nice?”.