I could no longer concentrate on spreading Rosalind wide open for Mark - she seemed to be enjoying herself an awful lot, with Mark now finger fucking ...er pussy and her tight ass at the same time. I winced at the attention to my pussy, but the pleasure of feeling myself full and tight around his hand was too much for me. I could do nothing except moan and whimper feverishly into the bedspread. I don’t think I could have stopped him now, even if I had wanted to, as his hand was pushing as. I stepped over the cowering Frank, blew Wendy an air kiss, and went around the house and collected all of Frank’s clothes. In his pants pockets I found his wallet, car keys, and cell phone. I pocketed the phone and emptied the wallet of his credit cards, his office access card, driver’s license, and any pictures of his family that were in it. I left the money, as I did not want him to accuse me of taking that. I did find his emergency contact card that had his home and his wife’s cell phone. She had turned 18, and had been caught looking at sites dealing with ponygirls. In Dolcett, looking at a site about something, and rubbing your sexual organ to it, meant you more than likely wanted to be it. So her parents had forced her into harness that instant. Now her brother John was looking at her, with a huge tent in his pants. His mother and father looked at their son, and his feminine features, and had a brief eye chat with each other. Shrugging, his mother finally said the. She can see clearly the darkened expanse of the nearly empty parking lot; her car parked in the center of the black asphalt. She remembers approaching her tiny sedan, keys in hand, and…..nothing. God damn it! WHY can’t she remember anything past that moment?? Her thoughts are suddenly interrupted by the sound of a mass exodus from the room. Straining to catch any sound, she is scared nearly senseless when she hears the soft click of closing doors. Why the thought of being left.