He wanted to cum in me once more, and I didn’t want him to stop pounding me. “Harder,” I moaned. Mike had a loud orgasm and he withdrew. He had...unloaded more cum inside me. It ran down my legs. I don’t know where that skinny k** got it all from. I turned around still quite erect. Mike looked at my soapy cock that was pointed straight at him. “We need to get all that soap off of there,” he said as touched my dick. He pulled the soap off then he deflected the shower water towards me. I expected. He squeezed her breasts through her shirt, inhaling her sweet scent as he gently bit her neck. The moment she unbuttoned and unzipped her jeans, he knew that this was really about to happen. He yanked off her shirt and then ripped her bra clean off to caress a silky soft breast. Erica moaned softly in his ear as he suckled on a hard nipple, torturing it with his fingers and teeth. Then she slid off his only remaining garments. “ Are you sure?” he asked as he kissed her. Erica gently gripped. Instead, he decided to fill the words for her. “I am sorry. I lost my dad two months ago.”Fumi looked down a little bit. “Yeah ... it’s alright. I ... never met my dad.”“Oh ... I am so sorry,” he shrugged. “At least we have something in common.”“Yes,” Fumi nodded. “What is your mom’s name?”“Stephanie. What about your mom?”“My mom’s name is Eshima.”Gary nodded his head. “How do you have such a strong accent for somebody that was born here?”“Well ... I grew up in a Japanese neighborhood here in. Instinctively, his hand moved to his head. His black hair, his expensive haircut, was gone too. His head was bald.Rob staggered to his feet, tears of fear stinging the corner of his eyes, and looked at the door across the room. A simple door. An escape. Staggering towards it, he stopped halfway across the room as the slack in his chain disappeared. He was imprisoned.Who had done this to him, and why ? ?Help! Someone help me!? he shouted. ?Fuck, what the fuck is going on? Help me.