..she knew she was almost there...she wanted it...and then, she heard the sound. A sound that wasn't supposed to be there.She stopped the vibrator and...held her breath, in hopes of hearing better over the quick beating of her heart. IT were carefull footsteps she heard. For a moment she thought it could be her parents, but it was too early for that. Carefully she get up and softly walked towards her bedroom door. She slowly took the door handle in her hand, carefully pressing it down, opening. I skinned back my foreskin, took some Lubriderm out of my desk drawer and lubed the head of my cock. I was rimming the head very slowly, round and round...I skooched down in my chair so my cock was pointing straight up. I pinched the base of my cock to act as a cock ring to increase the hardness and make the head a little purple. The lubrication made the head very slippery, and the feeling was intense. I rammed my eyes on her pumps and my cock was hard as a rock.She turned around, looked, gave. It pushed me over. The pleasure of Justina’s mouth combined with the sudden influx in my bosom, winding a cord of nerves that stretched from my anus to my nipples. The tension grew tighter, the euphoria more intense, building and building until it broke with an explosion, and I was crying out through sobbing breaths, and thrashing to the dance of my depravity. My pussy gushed, my constricted cock leaked, and my outturned anus winked and budded into Justina’s still-sucking mouth. The crowd. Yes that had to be it.I walked back into the common room. Jon was sitting next to the fire, drinking from a tea cup. The jewelry bag rested on the table.It was a simple rucksack, with coarse draw strings and a burn mark along the edge. It looked like a peasants feed bag. I moved to sit down. I avoided the chair Maria and I had just made love on ... somehow it didn't seem right."Is everything in place?" I asked.Jon nodded, and untied the string on the sack. With the utmost care, he poured the.