"Finally, I drove back out here. You were in there for 13 hours, you know." Long time," I said.She nodded. "Long for me. You got to sleep through it."... yawned. "Not much of a sleep. So who's your friend?"She looked down at the bear in her lap, and made a face. "Oh, it was waiting here when I got back." She grabbed an envelope. "It came with this." She pulled out a card from an envelope she'd had sitting near her. "Who's Elise?" What? Let me see that." She handed me the card - it was one of. Or maybe not; I’m no expert. Kevin pulled the slip off a pillow and fitted it quickly over my head. “What?” I cried, genuinely surprised. “No! No mea…,” in my shock I almost used the safe-word, no-means-no, but stopped myself at the last moment thinking that it might be sexy not to be able to see what he was about to do to me. Besides, the slip was loose over my head and I could breathe easily so it was hardly any less comfortable, and I could always use the safe-word properly if it turned out. She was getting excited all of a sudden and she didn’t know why. She heard Damien walk away and she peered around the corner to confirm he was gone. Just as she was about to get up and make a run for her towel, she saw Damien walking back toward the showers with his shirt off and a towel around his waist. She admired his toned chest and ripped arms. She also noticed that he was still holding her bra clutched in his left hand. Just then she saw him hold the bra up to his nose and take a whiff,. Sorrel could see it all as she squished her foamy tits behind the glass—the fervour with which Jared was delivering his fuck-strokes and her step-mother’s undignified response. Tabitha could no more control the moans forced from her throat than she could the bounce of her tits, as she was hammered from below.Happily, Sorrel had been robbed of dignity in equal measure. The little slut needed to meet Jared’s demands, but more than that she’d want to show him what he was missing, and so she gave.