And I did. Eventually mister softy pulls out and with my ass held high I scampered to the other side of the bed and fell off with my face down on the...floor and knees on the bed so my torso was at the perfect angle for gravity to move the pool of semen down into my uterus. And yes, I can feel it moving around. I believe I can. I sure know I can feel the pooled up puddle of semen in me. And when you no longer feel in in the vagina, there is only one other place it can be. I did my job. I gently licked her pussy and I thought she'd orgasm immediately. I licked her a short while and then again kissed around her pussy, wanting to prolong the moment and continue to tease her. Her hips continued to move, wanting me back where I just was, but instead I again kissed my way back up her body. Again my lips ended up at her neck, as I made sure she felt my hard cock poking her thighs. Stacey began to whisper Mitchell’s name. Before I could kiss her chin she was so lost in the moment. Missy started to cry. The closing of the curtain did something to her that nothing else had done. It made her feel insignificant. People staring at her as her clothing was cut from her body was embarrassing. Being paraded through the town totally naked was humiliating. Being branded was torture. But through all that she was still a person. People were paying attention to her. She was still a part of their world.The people in the streets below wondered what had caused the long, anguished scream. Panting harder, she spread herself to accept my feather light touch as I circled her clit with my fingertips as I nipped the skin sharply in contrast to elicit a series of gasps while gripping my hair harder, pulling it as I worked my teeth over her tender neck. Delving along her juicy slit with searching fingers as my meat swelled between her cheeks while we rocked together under the showering water; painfully she pulled my sodden hair and I responded by biting hard on her neck, then pulling.