He made sure every last drop of mine ended up at the bottom of the cup before pouring the orange juice. Lifting it to my mouth, he helped me down the...drink, the mixture of my own cum and the orange juice running over my tongue down my throat.After setting the cup down and returning the orange juice to the fridge, he forced me to my knees. Instead of allowing me to pleasure him, he rubbed it up and down my cheeks and all around my face, occasionally pausing to give me a dull thwack with it. . The warm cloak of mental collapse would be no hiding point for her; unlike his other fabulous bodied wretches.Rachael settled into a routine with her harem world. The surrounding was luxurious and in the day the women were even allowed in a high enclosed garden. Only in the evening did they return to meagre cells but with beautiful gowns on hand to hide their forms from leering guards.Rachael spent her time thinking; trying to slowly build her defences back up. The torment had nearly broken her. The sight set off an aftershock that caused Julia to pull her knees up toward her chest and tremble. Fumbling for the remote, she hit the stop button, and then rewind.Collapsing into the chair, she listened to the tape rewind. It took her several minutes to regain enough strength to stand up and remove the tape from the VCR. When she turned around, Julia gasped in surprise, seeing the dark, wet spot on the chair cushion from her juices.Putting the tape down on the coffee table, she hurried to. The strange thing was that at no point had Christine and Liam spoken directly to each other about this but here they were, in someone else's house, about to fuck. They looked slightly nervously at each other inside Ruth's house and Ruth decided that she had better move things on. "You two are going to be fucking in a few minutes so I think that maybe you could kiss," said Ruth.Both Christine and Liam smiled at Ruth and then moved towards each other and kissed. Very tentatively at first but then.