I had to see.The next page I clicked on, showed video clips of her in a cell rom of some sort, at a military base where she had been kept. She was nak...d and hung suspended by her ankles, facing away from the camera. Two big burly dark skinned soldiers in uniform were with her, asking her questions. One had a Picana, a rod designed specifically for human torture with electricity. It was an evil looking thing, and arcs of power crackled between the two metal prongs at the tip. The other man had. .. something sexy. Something naughty. I remembered, as well, what I'd been doing before I fell asleep. Yes, Rissa.And then I figured it out. I knew why I was awake. I knew what was happening. It was that feeling again. That movement. That undulation. My God, she was at it again!My eyes were closed, but it was too dark to see much anyway. I leaned across and put my hand on her hip, just the way I used to, and the movement stopped.I spoke. "It's alright, Rissa. I was just making sure you knew I. “Don't do that! You startled me!” Lauren smiled so Renee knew she wasn't mad.“I'm sorry; I called through the house, saw the car still here then figured you were probably out here.”“I needed a release. It’s been a couple of days and I can feel it.”“I know what you mean; I need to work out at least a few times a week or I get cranky. The kids can tell when Ms. Renee hasn't hit the gym.”“Well, in lieu of that “other” release, I work out.” Lauren looked for Renee's reaction hoping her hint wasn't. Starting by moving all his crap I discovered a pair of black cotton panties just on the floor next to is bed, thinking they were a used pair of his girl friend’s I picked them up to put in the washing, but as I picked them up I found them to be all crusty. They had been used to catch more than the odd cum load, fasinated for some perverse reason I brought them up to my nose and sniffed them. The smell of cum was really strong and I felt the gusset of my own panties getting damp. For some.