Never leaving anything to chance... "Tim?", I knocked on his door, but there was no answer, so I entered. He was looking out his window, not paying an... attention to me."Tim..." I waited for him to give a signal, to tell me he knew of my presence and wanted to talk or listen to me, but there was no such signal, he just kept staring out his window.I got closer to him, putting my hand friendly on his shoulder. I didn't know how to tell him, how to start... but I had to say something... "... what. ’ Amity tittered. ‘You mean if there is a gentleman around like! Get there’s a lot of blokes would give all they got to get a good look at you like this.’ ‘Amity …? Is Mark going to see me?’ ‘That would be telling, miss. Remember? No questions.’ The captive girl twisted in frustration. There had remained in her mind throughout a nagging memory. ‘Amity, don’t be angry. But before he called you Mark was playing with a whip … He was just trying to scare me, wasn’t he? I mean … he was just joking. I turned around and made a face that, to my best efforts, conveyed thefact that I had no idea what she had just said. Then she pointed to ablack rectangle next to the stack of plastic bags and struggled through avery heavy accent to get out her next two words: "Your puhrse."I smiled my best 'thank-you' and corrected her as I picked it up."Wallet. It's a wallet."She smiled back. "Wally, you forghet the puhrse."I could tell she'd meant well, so I suppressed the tremor of an urge tocorrect her. Angie and Sara could not help but glance at her. Somehow, Sara and Angie both had the same thought. That that girl was infatuated with cum. Sara was going to give it to her, more than she ever realized. Angie felt the pulses on her finger now get stronger. She could feel Sara’s orgasm building. In a final effort to help bring Sara over the edge, Angie began to wiggle her finger inside Sara’s pussy as she moved it in and out. Sara’s body began to tense even more. Angie looked at her and saw how.