I can touch your boobs and pussy this way. You sit down on me a slowly start moving. I love looking at you.You are riding me and I notice you look to ...he side of the room. Pascale is sitting there drinking a glass of wine watching, for how long I do not know. She has a smile on her face and is gently rubbing her cunt.With such an audience we better put on a good show. We move and you are on your hands and knees facing her. I get behind you and slide my dick deep in to your pussy. Pulling your. Since we were all like sardines in a can, no one seemed to think much of the situation. As we traveled, the road was smooth. That's what made the next thing so surprising. Even though the road was bumpless, I felt her ass press hard against me yet again. I whispered "Excuse Me," and tried to pull away. She turned her head, brunette hair tossing slightly, and said, "Not to worry - we're all in this together!" I smiled and the trip continued.In a few minutes, we took a curve, and she began to. “It’s not just that; she’s been raped as well!” Wendy cried out. “Come with me I’ll prove it to you!”Wendy scurried toward the stairs William following in fast pursuit, when they got to the top of the stairs Wendy went into the laundry room, pulling the pair of Anne’s knickers out of the basket.“Look see for yourself?” she held the panties up opening them so William could see the gusset. He could see the thick cum smothered across it.“It doesn’t mean she’s been raped, for Christ sake. ” said Melissa, as if she had done Julia a good turn.“Lucky girl,” grinned Quentin.“Wag it,” said Melissa.Julia’s shapely posterior wagged to and fro. The little bell tinkled. “Very pretty,” said Quentin.“Alright, up you get, slave.”Gasping, Julia got stiffly to her feet and, walking uncomfortably, retired into the background.“Sometimes, Melissa,” said Quentin gravely, “I think you spoil that girl.”His wife tittered like a schoolgirl. “You may be right, Quentin... you may well be right,” she.