When Abdul awoke in the morning his arm hurt as if he had had an injection in it, he also noticed that his uniform and under clothes had been removed....He was still pondering this when the door opened and an attractive woman in skintight red leather strode in, he vainly tried top cover himself with his hands but they were slapped away. The woman looked him straight in the eyes and spoke in a cool hard American accent."My name is Natasha. You will address me as Mistress. If you fail to obey me in. Bob hadn't seen much of the activity because he was preoccupied looking around the place. When he wandered back, Maryanne and Janell had already retreated to the second suite leaving Michelle and Heather to continue their argument about whatever it was they were discussing. It wasn't a heated discussion so Bob wasn't going to worry about it. They never fought anyway, none of them did. If there was something, it was talked about like Chelly and Heather were doing right now.Bob moved to one of. As I sat there I began stroking my flaccid, sticky cock and thought of Lynn.As I gripped my dick and began to masturbate, my legs reached out straight as they flexed into a long relaxing stretch. I closed my eyes and stroked as I imagined Lynn’s hand moving along the length of my hard on. After a few minutes of this I launched another load of cum. This time instead of being contained inside of my pants the shot traveled up and out about four feet.The first shot landed on the carpet in one long. Which led to an inner debate between desire and virtue. Virtue argued she was hurt and you should never, ever take advantage of a friend’s vulnerability. Vice counted witht the fact that she herself had placed my fingers around her full, round bosom. Did that not imply a limited permission to grope? Virginal desperation eventually won out. And so I extended my digits and began to feel through the heavy material of her bra and blouse. Nothing happened, except for the thrills of pleasure.