He’d slowly grind against me while he worked my panties down and rub my pussy. Eventually he’d grab my hair and pull the rest of my body close to ...im. He enjoyed talking in my ear as he had me. Before he started the whispers, he’d make me cum, typically 2-3 times. He’d whisper what a good girl I am and how much I love what he does to me and that my orgasms were proof of it. Followed by what would happen if I told. He then turned me on my back and take my little hand and put it on his dick. He. He kept going for quite a while; I reckon that Julie and Sheila had taken most of the oomph out of him, and it was actually really nice not to have the urgency. Mind you, I had to stuff most of my pillow into my mouth when he got me there, and it was bloody annoying not to be able to let myself go." I know! It was so much better out in the field not having to keep quiet! Sheila insisted on getting her hat-trick too, and it was very different, nice, but different. I could kiss you all over for. The trend setter, if I may coin a phrase.”Behind him followed a young woman in a gown with an unwisely low neckline. She had clearly invested great effort into her appearance. Sparkling diamond earrings hung twinkling amid her elaborately styled blonde hair; her unremarkable chest was lifted high by her bodice and her cheeks, which still bore traces of puppy fat, were liberally daubed with rouge. She had a turned up nose and long eyelashes that gave her a permanent look of surprise. Looking. You’ve accomplished so much in nine days! I’ve missed you tons!” Jessie got out between sobs. “The Whisper has been busy dodging dicey weather all the way across the Atlantic. You’ve got to tell me everything that’s happened! I only get to see what the TV broadcasts. We both know they don’t get the whole story!”“Let’s get some Moscato and sit down. I’ll go over everything with you. The last nine days have been ... interesting. I saw the storms, and thought about trying to help, but there’s not.