Not sure what I had gotten myself into, but looking forward to whatever was going to happen.After a short wait a man opened the door. I was reasonably...sure it was Roman. With my eyes cast down I was not certain. He grabbed me by the collar pulling me into the room. The door closed behind me. “Unbutton your shirt and drop your shorts!” he demanded. I did as I was told as quickly as I could without looking up. He struck my cock and balls with a riding crop, each one getting their own red mark. I. . I can't wait to suck your beautiful cock as well! Do you think your bitch ex-wife ever made that bastard feel this good?"Charles growled, "I don't give a fuck how she made him feel! And, I don't care about her any more—SHE could never have made me feel this good! Oh, God, Diana! I love how your hands feel on me! You know just how to stroke me ... oh, yes! Oh, God! I'm gonna come soon..." Charles moaned as his hips began to thrust.Diana increased the pace and the pressure of her hands as she. ”Helen shrugged again. Christen was the only person she trusted to do such a thing. Reluctantly she agreed. Christen went to the bathroom for a towel to put under Helen’s bottom, “Just in case.” While she was out of the bed room the white haired girl dropped her blue jeans down and stepped out of them. The long pants were all Helen could bring herself to wear since the encounter with the German Sheppard. She didn’t know if it were fear that some infection might show on her legs, or the mere. He continued to whisper in her ear, "Move you body and hips Holly. Make love with me. Relax, feel it, experience it."For the next many minutes it was silent in the bathroom other then the sounds of sex, two bodies slapping together, heaving breathing, grunts and groans both feminine and masculine.He was delighted because she was trying, participating, moving and most important seemed to be enjoying it.He made a point to use his hands to gently rub and stroke her skin. He rubbed her breasts.