After two hours of driving, we had finally arrived at a classy strip joint out of town so the bachelor’s significant other wouldn’t know where we ...ere at. We turned off his cell phone and left ours in the limo as we headed into the club. We all agreed to keep the pictures and any evidence of debauchery in our memory.Two hours of fun filled, incoherent, and childish behavior ensued with all of the guys. By the end of the two hours in the private VIP room, all were wearing just their boxers,. She whimpered and moaned, grabbing his ass and pulling him deeper inside of her. He picked up the tempo, screwing her viciously, fucking her like it was the last thing he would do in his lifetime. She screamed and came all over his cock when he bit her. He was close, and he had taken a lot of blood from her over the past two weeks. He wouldn’t take any more. She was almost completely sated; she would be completely when he was satisfied. She smiled to herself, feeling more at home than she had. "I guess I can see your point, but if I was your kid, I'd be highly pissed that you left me out of the loop." Yeah, well you're not my kid, you're my hero!" Stop with that, will ya!"Back at the cabin, I tried to stay busy just doing anything to keep me occupied, keep my mind off Rhonda and what she was going through. How could anyone be so cold and unfeeling that they'd just casually put a arrow into a woman's chest like that. He had to be some kind of sociopath! I couldn't get my brain around. Abby certainly wasn't plain, we'd fuck in every position you could think of and even shared a bit about our pasts. I wasn't the smallest she'd been with (yay for me!) but I also wasn't shocked to learn that I wasn't the biggest either. While she shared some things, she was always coy about her number and would only say she'd been in a couple of relationships and had a few flings in college. It certainly didn't sound like anything out of the ordinary but I always got the feeling she was holding.