I asked him if he would want me to fuck other men and he said" that will come later. For now masturbate the dildo". I closed my eyes as I started to i...sert it and he helped by grabbing it and began thrusting it in and out and I opened my legs more and said "yes, like that". He let go and told me to do it like that. I had to and he knew I would. I was taking it slower than him when he again grabbed it and did it harder and faster. He said" you like it rough I know now do it like you are being. Is ... awesome!” He beamed at her.She took a step back. What the hell was going on here?“It’s ... Cassandra, right?” Max (not Max?) asked.She looked hurt. “No ... Angel!” Max knew who she was ... they had never dated or anything, but they flirted off and on.“No, Angel’s blonde. Oh shit, did they do it to you, too?” Max got unsteadily to his feet and directed her to a shiny wall.Angel looked at her cheerleading rival Cassandra’s face looking back at her from the reflective surface. It couldn’t. Which was the sadder for Cynthia? Seeing her husband slouched in his chair escaping from his own wife in his damnable business papers? Or the ghostly absence of her children who had once formed so large a part of her life? Whichever, Cynthia was a disturbed woman, and her response was exactly that of her daughters. She wanted to escape this room, to simply get the hell out."Good-bye, Roger."Having broke the silence with that, Cynthia went straight to the hall to get her coat, and in a moment. ‘Normally,’ Ellie thought for a moment, ‘that would impregnate a normal human. Good thing cum is my sustenance.’ Alexander wasn’t sure if he was awake anymore, at this point. All he knew was pleasure at the time. He couldn’t feel anything except pleasure. More hours had passed by. Alexander woke on his bed, tied to the frame. Ellie lied on top of him, resting stomach down with his member still inside of her continuously tugging vagina. Her chin was resting on his chest, her eyes peering into.