“Get up, but don't turn around.” Rebecca rose slowly, feeling the heat of the man behind her as he straightened up, too. She stood still, her hear... pounding, waiting. “You know we're the only ones in here, so don't fuss. Walk.” Rebecca's wrists were held in a strong grip as she was steered toward the wall until her breasts were pressed against it. She felt the man's weight on her back, his thigh coming between her legs from behind. In an instant, he'd pulled the scarf from her neck and used it. She’d never been fucked like that. But now it was over. He had got what he asked for, and she was determined to make him leave. Now a little steadier of body and mind, Catherine slowly made her way back into the bedroom, where Dario was standing by the dresser. He’d taken the condom off and tied it. It was a third full of creamy white seed. Catherine had never seen so much cum before. He tied the rubber off, put it down and walked over to her. “I….I think you should leave” she stammered. “I. Miley glared at him in disgust and nodded at Mike before she went to sit by Hobbs and Joe at a little beer covered table. Miley knew before she even sat down that Joe was stoned, there had never been one occasion in the short time since she had known him that he wasn't stoned. Mike sauntered over to her table, setting a beer down in front of her, and taking the cigarette out of his mouth and placing it between her lips, "Hey babe, lend me some money. I just need a little so I can win back what. You slid the head of your cock over my clit, back and forth, slipping past my pussy and back to my clit. I begged you to fill me with your cock, to fuck me, right then. The head of your cock was just about to enter me, when your phone rang. I could tell from your side of the conversation that you had to leave. Eric was leaving today, and you had to take him to the airport. I watched you get dressed while you cursed and I pulled on my robe to see you out. Needless to say, I had a hard time going.