She never spilled a drop and squeezed my cock from the hilt, pushing the last remaining drops into her mouth. Exhausted, I sagged into the bed. Like a...panther, she clawed her way up me, her nails biting the skin of my shoulders as she pressed her mouth onto mine. We kissed and as we did, I could taste her, but also my salty cum. We stayed like that for a while, her controlling the kissing, her lips and tongue spilling over my mouth, my lips and my chin. She giggled, 'Your a mess! Go clean up. She led me to the bedroom, followed by the man with my suitcase. The home seemed to go on forever and when we finally reached the room, the man dropped the bag and Olivia took it and began unpacking it. I protested, but she insisted, pointing to the bathroom where I could freshen up. I walked into the bathroom which was easily as big as or bigger than my bedroom at home. There was a large whirlpool tub, a shower stall big enough to hold a party in, with water jets coming from every angle.. I ran a finger up and down my slit, spreading my pussy lips open slightly. The warm water felt amazing on my body. I then inserted two fingers up to the knuckles in my pussy. Bringing both hands to my pussy, I rubbed my clit while simultaneously fingering myself. I was getting really into it now. I fingered myself faster and faster, moaning loudly over the noise of the falling water. I finger fucked myself, wanting to touch every inch of the inside of my steaming pussy. Both hands were a blur. I looked around the room while I tried to remember what had happened. In my mind, I saw flashes of the dungeon, Fleck and Wyman, the video, the arena, the fighting."OLIVER!"I climbed out of the bed and of course, the alarms started going off, and I didn't care. My shoulders screamed in pain, and my hands are barely working, but I didn't care. I had to find Oliver. Iman and Rashad came running in and turn off the alarms."Alexis Perry," snapped Iman. "What do you think you are doing?" Where is.