.. I brought my fingers out of the hem of my dress.Even though it was dark, I could make it out. It looked like I had human semen on my fingers. I tas...ed it and I confirmed my fears…Victor was not at home when I came out from the shower and got dressedSo, it must be Terry; the bastard had masturbated in my pantyhose. I didn't like what my fingers found. Yet it was cum. I had Terry’s cum on my pussy and I was not wearing panties…Then it hit me, I started to feel like a slut. It was so naughty…I. A few light smacks, and my body melted back into the blankets.Yes, please. More, please. Now, please.But John Brownstone's mind was on a single track, and I wasn't it. Not in that moment.Give me a minute.I rolled over on my back, spreading my knees and thighs. My fingers stroked my outer labia. I could smell my arousal, all from a few whacks with a belt. And the daringness of this moment. I kept quiet, knowing he'd eventually look. He turned. His eyes lit up."Are you just going to let this. Emma could feel the orgasm building again and pulled Tim deeper into her. A few seconds later, Tim’s face was covered in Emma’s juices as she came again. He was having a hard time preventing his orgasm, and wanted to make sure he gave Emma the maximum pleasure before he came. Deciding he didn’t want to wait any more until he came, Tim lifted Emma’s hips with his hands as he buried his cock deep in her still-quivering pussy. “Mmmmmmm, Tim that feels amazing.” Emma said with a dreamy look on her. “Damn it they could be torturing them in there Eddie. We need to go in and rescue them now Eddie.” Billy demanded instant action.“Has Liz got back yet Billy?” I asked. She sullenly answered that she hadn’t.“Until Liz gets back we’re unarmed Billy. Just wait.” I admonished her and continued to eat my surprisingly good spare ribs for a hotel that specialized in sea food.Before anybody goes all Rambo on me, we were all armed, but not enough to take on a police station. Well not without a lot of.