They were fucking without condoms. Add insult to injury.I stood for a moment looking at Brooke who was trying to stifle her orgasm, looking back at me...in silent shock, unable to even utter a sound or move a muscle. I could see she was orgasming, I'd seen it a thousand times on her face, in her eyes. But now, the ecstasy mixed with shame and fear; "wow, what an emotional cocktail that must be", I think.Marc stood up and came right at me, his average sized cock pointing straight at me, glistening. He liked seeing the photos of pretty models wearing sexyhigh heels and short skirts. He wondered what it would be like tohave to actually wear shoes like that and was thankful that men'sclothing was so much more practical and functional than the stuffgirls had to wear to look pretty.He was startled when his door opened. It was the third person heserved in the dining room; Mistress Carson. She was carrying a canvasbag."Hello Jacquelyn. I'm here to tuck you in." Er ... hello Mistress Carson. . She reached behind and undid the straps of her top to get a more even tan. The hammering from next door became part of the background noise and Melissa relaxed and drifted off into a half sleep, half meditative state. The timer went off again and Melissa turned over. She was still only half in the real world but she realized that something had changed. It was quiet. The hammering had stopped. She opened her eyes just a slit and could see Mr Wilder standing on his roof and looking at her. She. He was just delicious. Shesavoured every movement as he ploughed into her again and again, slowlybut with absolute inevitability and no hesitation. There was great, quietpower behind it, like the movement of a continental shelf. He wanted herand he had complete confidence that he had her, completely."Oooooo!!" she moaned "Mmmmmm!!!" feeling pressure building up inside her,tension growing in the region between her legs but also across her wholebody, causing her to arch her back and hold on ever.