But good old Chaperone here will always be near enough to make sure I don't fuck anybody but my husband." And he can't fuck anybody, neither a boy or ...is wife. He's the fuckee, not the fucker. Is being a virgin all your life worth a billion dollars?"Susan-Suzy said, "To me it would be. I don't even have twenty dollars total." But you're not a virgin." her boy friend said.They all laughed weakly. Mary-Mary's plight had cast a chill on their fun. They decided to go home. As arranged beforehand,. Slowly, oh so slowly, she felt them weaken and the ringing ceased. Her back relaxed against the tub as she let out a ragged breath. Hands still on her pussy, she felt the contractions from her orgasm getting further and further apart. She let her hands fall to her sides to lay on the bottom of the tub. In a drugged state from the orgasm, Ashley lay still. Her breathing returning to normal, her pussy satisfied and no longer begging for release. She must have dozed off when a knock on the door. He cups the back of my head again; tired of looking atmy face, no longer wanting eye-contact, requiring onlymy warm mouth, the sight of my kneeling, suppliant,submissive and defenseless body beneath his, enjoyingmy helplessness and surrender, he resumes battering theback of my throat with his cock ((how can he thrust sohard, I wonder, doesn’t it hurt him… no, the harderthe better it seems to feel to him!)). No longer concerned at all about my comfort indeed, healmost seems. ‘Come on, let’s go shower.’ Across the hall, Connie was also arising from her bed for the shower. Awakened by the pleasant din from her friends, she climbed out of bed and peeked out the window to survey the quiet beachfront complex that her side of the apartment faced. Although she was nude – enamored with her freedom and frightened of any sort of confinement ever since the escape, she never wore a stitch to bed anymore – Connie had little fear of being seen. Like Nicki, she had come to value.