It was only semi hard hanging down through the hole.I couldn’t help myself. I wrapped my hand around it. Damn it felt so good in my grasp. It throbb...d and moved as I stroked it. If by magic it grew harder and slowly rose until it looked enormous about 9.5” long and nearly twice as thick as my own! I heard the guy in a foreign accent maybe Middle Eastern telling me to suck him! His command was overpowering to me. I knew that I was to obey his every wish. This big dicked master controlled me. Cara was really getting into it now. With the vibrator going in and out of her pussy at one thousand miles an hour and her hand rubbing her clit fiercely, she was practically screaming. She took her pillow and put it over her face to muffle the sound of her intense moans, and tried to maintain some privacy. She focused on the large man taking turns fucking the two girls’ pussies and was about to come when she heard the door unlock. Cara didn’t have time to process what was going on, let alone. Standing in front of me was Emma and an Emma the likes of which I could only imagine. Her scarlet gown looked as if it had been molded to the exact contours of her body. Being tall, athletic, lithe and voluptuous, Emma exuded natural sensuality. She was a true brunette with long luxurious hair, slightly curled and worn with the left side draped across her shoulder and the right across her face and breast. She had deep set but radiant brown eyes, a slightly aquiline nose and a generous mouth. As. She bent to pick up her strewn clothes, so she could dress quickly and run to the house, and physically jumped as Julie barked, "DID I TELL YOU THAT YOU COULD GET DRESSED?" "But… but..," stammered Michelle, holding her black yoga pants to her chest in a feeble attempt to cover her body, "I am naked and people might see me when I go back to my house." Julie nodded and smiled unsympathetically, "Then it’s best if you are quick about it, unless of course, you don't want to hear the story." .