“Just stand there and do nothing,” Gary ordered.“Okay, Sir.”Juan handed the phone to Victor and came over to me again; he started touching my ...ussy and clit as Victor took more pictures. I climaxed as his rough fingers touched my very sensitive clit. He parted my pussy lips and rubbed my cum into my clit. I climaxed a dozen times before they switched places and Victor took the lead.I sent those pictures to my master who called me again shortly after.“Good girl. Now, hand the phone to Juan. Her face must have been glowing and guilt was probably plastered all over it, too. He came into the room and gave her a puzzled look. “What?” she asked and couldn’t keep herself from smiling. Sam smiled back and peeped over her shoulder, onto the blank e-mail window, which she managed to open up just as he was approaching. “What are you doing?” he asked with a look of suspicion.“Nothing!” she said and still the smile wouldn’t fade away. “What?” she asked again. He bent over to her and cringed. ” I took each one into my arms and kissed them passionately. “It was a wonderful night and Anthony and I very much appreciate you two sharing it with us. Natasha has my contact information. If you, either of you, are ever in the Phoenix area, please let me know. I’d love to have you to the house.” It was the middle of the night, but I was proud of them leaving and walking the passageway. They remained naked; Marie was carrying her gown and holding Natasha’s hand.The next to the last day, we are. “Yes, please.”“How did you sleep?” He asked as he poured some coffee in a cup.“Apparently like a rock. I remember lying down, then I smelled bacon.”Then a thought locked into a niche in my mind like a slot machine. What if he was pretending to sleep and he saw the whole thing? What if he’s waiting for me to admit my infidelity?Oh God. If he saw what we did and is calmly in the kitchen making breakfast what kind of crazy shit is that? That would be serial killer behavior, right? Maybe he’s.