Carol, "Ahhhhh, Fuckinnng Goddd, meeeee, meeee, cumming."I held Carol while the waves of her orgasm rolled through her.After glowing for a few minutes...she lay back on the sleeping bag, her legs spread and knees up, her toes curling. Tom got on his hands between her legs, his cock pulsing, veins throbbing, lusting with dripping with pre cum on his cock. He was finally going to fuck the girl who had tormented him. Carol took his cock in her hand and pulled it toward her cunt. She slid along. Debby stood in the doorway, feet spread apart, legs straight, one hand on her hip and the other holding the door frame above her shoulder. The bathroom light framed her, shining through the sheer lace and silhouetting her. Her legs were exposed in long waist high slits that went up each thigh, and her breasts were cupped and lifted by the subtle underwiring of the transparent lacy bodice. She had sprayed on some powerful perfume (Rape Me! by Chanel, I guess.) and had slipped into a pair of. My eyes begun to adjust to the darkness and as best as I could I turned my head to look at my situation. In the dim light from the open mouth and glass eyes of my cow I saw my naked body coated in a thin sheen of perspiration caused by the warmth of my self imposed prison. I held on to the wooden rods at the head of the bench and waited.* * * * *It seemed like forever before I heard a noise behind me. At first I could not work out what it was, but quickly I realised it was my. I clicked Martin's magic microphone jammer before I spoke to Earl. I'm going to jam the microphone when I talk to our detainee. I am also going to cover the lens on the camera in my apartment. That will get you off the hook with Mike. But do not try to find some work around, or I will make your life hell on earth," I said."This is the first time in years that my life hasn't been hell on earth, but I do get it. Do you need any help?" he asked."Yeah make the Swamp Thing team look like heros, when.