Sara couldn’t take it any longer. Her knees buckled, as her pussy ballooned open before contracting down in the first of many orgasms she would have... “Tsk. Tsk. Only bad girls cum from that. Do you need a spanking?” the woman asked. “Yes, Ma’am,” she said loudly. The woman helped her stand back up. Leaving the clamps in place, she left Sara’s side. Sara felt a current of air behind her and knew that the woman was behind her. She felt those soft hands caress her ass, lovingly. The woman. “Jake, why haven’t you called the police?”“There’s a very good reason that I can’t go into at the moment. It’s got to be me and Boris that get her back. She’s probably already been hurt. If the police go in, she’ll get hurt a lot worse. Oh, and let me borrow your car. My father will recognize Boris’s car.”Even as he gave it, Jake realized that his excuse sounded inane. The police were exactly the kind of help they needed, or would if it weren’t for the fact that Harris was a mind reader.Jake. Yet, as he lay quietly inhaling the scent of her freshly washed hair that smelled of strawberries she stirred and gently slid her hand over his guiding it to the clasp of her jeans. He went to speak to ask her what she was doing, but stopped quickly allowing her to move at her own pace with anything she wanted. She unbutton her jeans then led his hand down to the soft mound of curls that entangled in his fingers. Colin took a deep breath as the curls softly brushed against his hand. He didn’t. We took our time, working ourselves up to a frenzy. We would occasionally turn to see if we still had the attention of our audience. They hadn't moved from their places, and it didn't appear they were going to. (Several different windows with two or three guys at each one.) We had quite an audience. They wanted to watch, and we were going to give them a show. We moved into a 69 and went at each other with abandon. On our sides at first, and then with her rolling over on top of me. When we were.