“Wait for me.”“What about Alexis?”“She won't be a problem,” She said. I could tell she was smiling.“I have something planned for her,”...she said. “Just stay home, I will be there soon.” She hung up. I didn't know what she had planned for Alexis. I knew I should care. I should call Alexis right now and tell her what just happened. But I did nothing. I sat on the couch and waited. An hour later there was a knock on the door. I opened it. Paula made her way in. She was in her cocktail dress. It was. The woman’s English was limited and she spoke a foreign language with no clue as to what she was saying other than the fact she was terrified the men would come back and finish her off.Fortunately, the female had her name tattooed on her breast proclaiming her to be “Natasha” and at least she knew what to call her.Alice gave her a pair of shorts from her backpack and extra sandals from the little pocket on the side. It was a beginning of a sort of a relationship that was more or less forced on. Meanwhile, my hand was touching my clit and I suppressed a low moan also. I really needed to go. What if someone saw me but I needed to watch Sara finish. I needed to see her cum. I had never even watched my husband masturbate but now I was watching my neighbor’s daughter. I think both watching her and the risk of getting caught was just making it too exciting for me. Sara’s moans were getting louder. My throat was getting dry. I had two fingers inside my pussy. They were moving faster. I. ‘Is this what you want?’ he whispered into her ear. She whimpered as one finger dipped lower to touch the inner folds of her labia. Nathan pinched her nipple especially hard. Charlie renewed her grip on his thighs. ‘Tell me.’ ‘Yes’ was a gasp that shot out of her mouth. Nathan began rhythmically stroking the hardened nub. Again, her knees tried to give, but Nathan supported her with his arms. Her hips pushed and pulled against his hand. His own hips matched her movements, pushing into her ass.