I quickly shut it, but he proceeded to cum all over my face, in my eyes, in my hair. He stepped off of me and let me sit there, tying my feet up again...and leaving my wrists handcuffed in front of me, my pussy violated as well as my ass. I felt stunned. He walked away and left me alone for awhile, cum crusting on my face. My pussy felt sore, my ass on fire. Perhaps an hour later he came back down with a bucket of icy water and towels. He untied my feet, and pulled me up by my handcuffed. Two teenagers in a twin bed were still a tight fit and she was up close to me.My arm wrapped around her and went down her side, I could feel the strap of her bra and I could feel her panties against my leg. We laid there for a little while and I started to feel her thighs flex softly occasionally, this had her mound softly grinding against me. I looked over and as my eyes had been adjusting to the dark I could see her looking back at me. We didn't speak but just laid there, feeling her. In these recurring dreams, my teeth were falling from my mouth and I was spitting my teeth out like bloody white seeds from a fruit, and I’d be crawling down my apartment building’s first floor hallway, hearing shrieks and grunts, seeing through doors, seeing angry, wild-eyed men, men with shaven heads, men in dark blue prison jumpsuits banging on the doors, doors that’d been chained, welded shut. The men just slapping, thrashing, headbutting the doors; a couple kicking at the doors. I only had to wait about 10 minutes, though, before he arrived. He too was wearing shorts, which I was happy about as I got to see his lovely thighs again. He had a T-shirt on also, which looked good on him as although he didn't have rippling muscles or anything, like I'd said before, it only served to accentuate his torso and arms nevertheless. We chatted for a while and I told him I'd lead the way as I knew some nice country lanes and paths that we could navigate. I also knew that there would.