“Yeah,” I managed, “me too.” Words were no longer necessary. Our bodies became fluid, and in one motion she got up, I shed my pants, and she ...at back down. Our lips met first, then our tongues, and my dick slid back and forth between her labia. I could feel my head tickling her clitoris as I swung upward, and as she met my thrusts her wetness reached the place where my balls met the base of my shaft. We picked up the pace, her back arching away from me as she pressed her dripping pussy closer. Emma screamed out loud as the full force of his other hand smacked the cheek of her buttock. It struck fast, unexpected and it fucking hurt. Emma loved the aftermath, the burning sensation on her buttocks as the heat spread outwards. The finger caressing her pussy was removed. This time a muffled grunt left her lips as Emma, expecting another smack, managed to control her outburst. She didn’t know whether her new Master liked her outbursts or not; Emma knew that every Master was different. . Had he typed it there? Again, it wasn't like him ... I circled the car and got in, grabbing my cell phone. The screen said 'The Empire Strikes Back'! "Jesus God!" I gasped. "Jesus God!" With shaking fingers, I typed "Confirm!" The message went. I waited thirty seconds and the reply came back: 'Confirm. Battlestar Galactica departs in 86 minutes.' "JESUS! GOD!" I started the car. Now what? "Jerry, call your sister! Tell her come home NOW!" Jerry obediently began fingering his speed dial list.I. The rest had bunched around closer and the shyest guy of the group was at the back constantly looking around, which I presumed was to keep look-out. This went on until I came. I remember convulsing to my orgasm and can only imagine how I must've looked slumped against him, with his hands cupping my bare breasts. Looking down, I saw that he had lifted my dress exposing everything. I was just about to straighten myself up and pull my dress down, when the one closest to me buried his face between.