She had dried blood on her inner thighs, and her breasts were bruised. She had one black eye, and her scalp hurt from where he had been pulling her ha...r. She got into the shower and let the warmth of the steam and water surround her. She snatched the bar of soap and tried to wash off every bit of herself, trying to get every bit of him off of her. She felt dirty and nasty. As much as she hated to do it, she slid the bar of soap down between her legs and over her pussy, which didnt hurt as much. I felt a little uncomfortable about going out with them. It almost seemed like cheating on Elizabeth. Robert said that was BS. He asked me if I thought that Elizabeth never went partying like this. Besides, he said, she deserted you, so enjoy yourself. He seemed so irritated with her it was like he really didn't care what happened; she deserved what she got. I was not that mad that I would do anything I would be upset about later. I would never do that to Elizabeth. I just wanted to relax and. It would need to be finished at some point; Tommy could do that later.When I laughed at him, I felt more pressure, then when I told him I was playing him, he thrust fingers into me, front and back. As my legs buckled, it felt like I was driving myself further onto him. Then he stopped, pulling his fingers out and holding onto me.“Sorry, my sweet, I thought someone was laughing at me,” he whispered.I had to laugh again, “You really are a fucker.” He laughed with me this time.I caught my breath. With each meeting of our bodies, I stroked and teased her swollen nub.Amber’s moans turned to pants; she pulled me from her breast and began devouring my face — her tongue plunging into my mouth, as my fingers tickled her and my dick tormented her.Still eating my face, Amber’s muffled moans said: “Fuck, fuck, fuck that’s it. Right…” Then she broke free of my mouth, sweat streaming down our bodies, and screamed like a tortured animal. Full body convulsions ripped through her, she sat bolt.