Then, totally spent, i put my clothes back on and told Erica that i better leave before her parents came home. I mean, ever since my involvement with ...rica at the strip club, Erica's parents treat me with as much suspicion as someone on a terrorist watch list receives.Phase IV – Dirty Physical ActivityNow that Erica was thinking dirty thoughts, seeing dirty images and talking dirty, it was time for some actual sex play. So, just last week i invited Erica over to my house on a day when my dad. He did not even have time to agree before he collapsed into a deep sleep. We figured that he would be out for about 4 hours...which gave us plenty of time to work our plan. Our plan started with Jenna getting a red French Maid dress from a girlfriend of hers. It came with some assessories and Jenna picked up some additional items. Meanwhile, I stripped Barry down to his panties. He was, of course, wearing a thong - a red lace thong. Jenna returned with the clothing materials and we put. She wiggled slightly as I pressed my chest and thighs against her tender whip marks, and I smiled smugly. I reached around to grab a handful of tit flesh, squeezing slightly and stroking the nipple with my callused hands. She shuddered in pain."We'll work on marking these properly tomorrow," I commented drowsily, squeezing one more time before sighing and falling asleep.I woke a couple of hours before dawn, a raging erection pressing against Cassandra's lovely ass. I woke her with the simple. The Judge reminded her of her grand dad. A greying middle aged man, slightly flabby around the waist and jowls but with twinkling eyes.“Ah the hero of the hour!” he laughed as she walked in. “Not really,” she replied shyly.“But my dear your testimony put those bally foreigners away for a long long time,” he simpered, “We really can’t have those sorts screwing nice white girls can we.”“Er, I’m not racist,” Kathy demurred.“I know, fucking all types,” the Judge agreed, “Asians mainly and those.