Amy pulled her dress back down over her thighs as she watched Bobby sway across the dance floor toward the bathroom, then the music started and she st...pped watching him and faded back into the reverie of the dance floor, oblivious to anything but the beat of the music as her body started to moving along instinctively to the pulsing rhythms. She didn’t know how long Bobby had been gone. She’d hardly noticed his absence as the guys grouped in around her like sharks out for prey and. I lowered the strokes just a bit and began striking her on her thighs, increasing the pressure just a bit when I saw the reaction I was getting.Sarah squirmed and struggled each time I lashed her. I'm sure that terrific sirens of pain were echoing inside her. And I could see beautiful red stripes on her spread thighs. I got her right across the cunt a few times as well, and that really made her dance.I don't want to give the impression that this was a neat, surgical exercise in accuracy with. “You’re not sleepy either, I take it,” Jack assumed when he saw me turning on the TV.“I thought I’d catch up on the latest news and see how the market performed,” I replied.“Mind if I use the bathroom?” Jack asked.I pointed to it. When Jack walked in and shut the door, I sat on the edge of the bed, flipping through the channels. A few minutes later, Jack came out from the bathroom and sat down next to me, leaning back a bit with his hands behind him to support himself. I found a news channel. We embarked on a dick measuring contest, using pens from Mina’s desk as our measuring rods (I took the one I had seen her writing with that morning). There we were, laughing, making denigrating comments about each other, all with our pants pulled down and our dicks getting hard, trying to prove who had the biggest cock.“Have you seen my……..pen?” said a hesitant female voice behind us. We instinctively turned around, dicks in hand, as our jaws dropped staring at Mina.“Can you dimwits pull up.