I tried to focus on the man I was stroking but I couldn't avoid hearing the rasp of a zipper and the rustle of clothing. What was the other man doing?...Masturbating as he watched his friend? How often did they do this? Had he paid $50 for a show? Or was he expecting something from me, too?The tattooed stranger regained my attention when he took a step back, my hand becoming redundant. With that extra distance between us, I looked through the hole, wondering if I’d done something to make him back. "After Shirley gave Carmen's group their room keys, Nancy said, "Let me give you a quick tour and show you where your rooms are."At the arrival area, Rusty followed Maureen and Brandan out of the shuttle. He hardly took a step before he was hugged by many of his spouses. Maureen and Brandan stood smiling with their arms encircling each other as they watched Rusty's reception.A few moments later Sarah said, "Where is Belinda?" She decided to stay with Leann's group until morning," replied. "Immediately she was aware of fluid in her throat. She swallowed.Eric touched her head with both hands as he held back from the urge to thrust, but he couldn't stop his balls from emptying into her mouth. Quickly he realised that there wasn't so much output, and he was thankful for that.Emma also realised that there had been only a small discharge of cum. Not surprising really. Contentedly, she let what there was glide down her throat, hoping it had given Eric some satisfaction. It had surely. He hadn’t explicitly told her not to touch herself. Still, she dared not be blatant about it. Letting out a sigh, she drifted off, teasing her aching nipple, circling it slowly, Ryan’s game momentarily forgotten. What would it be like, she wondered. What would happen if she didn’t come up with twenty words for snow? What would Robert do if he found her framed in the doorway naked, full of his brother’s cum? And what would Jenny do? Her beautiful, dark haired sister had pushed her around ever.