I stroked up and down for several minutes as he panted and moaned.With no warning whatsoever, he let out a shrill scream: “Eeeeaaaahhhhhh!!!!!” It...startled me and I quit stroking him. I was unsure if he was in pain or not. He grabbed my hands and put them back on his penis and started thrusting his hips, pumping his penis in and out of my cupped hands.“AAAAAAIIIIEEEEE!!!” he screamed as load after load of semen shot out of his penis. It was awful. Semen was going everywhere; in my hair, on my. The fear, the pain, thehumiliation. The long haired wig was full of cum and stuck to my face, Icould not feel my balls, my asshole felt about 6 inches wide open andleaking, I was covered in piss and cum, these stupid heels hurt my feetand were hard to stand up in and this silly mini skirt and crop top didnothing to keep out the cold.The cold. My God, it was cold! February in New Jersey and here I was,practically naked and freezing. With a sinking feeling I remembered thatI had been driven. Your mouth finally erupts into a smile and then you go down and start licking me, sucking as your fingers play silent music inside me. I cannot keep quiet, I am sucking air into my lungs like I am suffocating. As I cum, my head is flung back my hands are buried in your hair and I yell out your name and how fucking good you are. As I try and catch my breath, you slide up my body and again touch your magic lips against my neck, you know what I like. Your hand reaches down and pulls my leg up. She sat there and I could hear Irene exhorting her to finish so that she could take her turn. The byplay sounded more like two kids than two grown women. I don't know whether it was kidding or not but Irene told Julie that if she didn't hurry she was going to sit on her lap and show her how badly she needed to go. I spoke up and jokingly said that she could come relieve herself in the shower if she was that much in a hurry and before I finished my statement the curtain was ripped open and Irene.