She started grinding her hips back trying to get me to push it inside. Master pulled his cock out and slapped her across the face with it, getting her...attention. She was drenched in sweat, with eyes watering, and saliva leaking out of her mouth. She was so aroused. She expressed her frustration in little moans because I had edged her twice. Feeling the cock hitting her face she knew that tonight she was my whore and she was loving it. She stuck out her tongue and licked along Master’s thick. I slid my mouth off him to the sound of his groan, "C'mon Phil, down here ... on the floor," I urged. "Get on me. Hurry, Philly, hurry."He moved off the couch in a hurry and knelt quickly between my parted thighs. By then, I had completely lost it ... all I could think of was having his cock inside me. It was moving in close when he realized what was happening. I saw a look of fear and panic in his eyes and I sensed that he was going to pull away. Desperately I reached out my hands and grabbed. The blanket she’d thrown over me sagged as I stretched. It was the first words we’d had since we’d met again. I smiled at her. She had a sweet lilt to her voice, a pleasing accent, but good basic English.“Are we being followed?” I asked, that being the single most important question that immediately came to mind now the silence was broken.She shrugged, and nodded, and said she thought it possible, and that we really had to get on. We had to be at least another day away from home, she said. She. Her mother never seemed to notice. Then again, her mother never seemed to notice anything these days. Whether it was Zoe’s failing grades, the letters from her teachers that came in the mail, or the black eye she came home with after a fight at school, Zoe’s mother wandered around the house in a complete haze totally oblivious to the world around her. ‘Today will probably be no different,’ Zoe was thinking to herself as she walked home from school. She dreaded school. She dreaded coming home..