"Who are you?" I asked, not moving from my position in the middle of the door frame."What's it to you? Where's Rita?" he demanded, this time putting a...big meaty paw on my chest and pushing me out of the way with no more effort than pushing a balloon."Rita!" he snarled in a loud voice. "Get your shit and get over here. We're getting out of here."I turned to look at Rita and saw a look of horror or fear ... or both. "No," she said weakly. "No ... I'm not going with you, Pete." The hell you. " I stuck him back in my mouth and went to work. A few minutes later he pulled me off."I want to cum on your face," he explained.I stood up and stripped off. I didn't want to get any stains on my clothes. I knelt down again and began jacking Jorge off."Almost there," he moaned. I closed my eyes and waited. I didn't have to wait long, and soon I felt a sticky warmth splashing onto my face and neck. Jorge slapped his cock against my face, getting the last spurts of semen out, and I opened my eyes. Uh... Let's just... err... rinse that soap off you and get out, okay?” Michael asked. With her arms protectively, yet insecurely crossed before her chest and her eyes staring into the blankness of space, Jessica slowly nodded her head in affirmation, and tried to mouth a yes, but her voice failed. Michael took the shower head and started pouring water all over her body. He started with her hair. He let the water run over her head while caressing her face with his free hand. She slowly eased off. We headed for the parking lot and then I knew Ana was horny about Matt.Instead of getting in the front seat with me, she climbed into the back of our car with Matt. They both laughed and I did not say a word. I headed out and made the way towards his hotel.The conversation died down quickly once we were on the road and I could hear faintly the sounds of movement in the back. I could not see in the darkness, but I heard the sound of hands rubbing against clothing…Soon I found that my cock was.