I went into my closet to retrieve my white handbag. Well a girl has got to accessorise!I opened the bag to put a little eyeliner, mascara and lipstick...in when a business card fell out.It was the card from the guy who fucked me in the camper van. His works number and cell phone were listed on the card. His name was Scott Masters and he was an Engineering Manager for a major company. I looked at the card in my hand. I was sitting naked on my bed holding this business reliving the memory of that. Anne climaxes explosively, but Carrie doesn’t let up and keeps finger fucking her and stroking her clit until Anne has a series of absolutely fantastic orgasms. Then Anne weakly pushes her best friend’s hands away as she gasps for breath. Carrie moves beside her and kisses her cheek. They lay kissing each other gently until she recovers.They stroke each other and kiss until they are both hot then they turn around and kiss downward. They kiss and suck each other’s breasts for a long while making. I moved down to her shoulder and ran my mouth up and down the strap of her bra over her shoulder. I gently bit and kissed where the material of the strap met her skin.My hands moved over her panties, across skin and fabric, gently brushing and touching her. I wanted this moment to last forever, thinking that if I touched her too hard the magic would break. This slow torture went on for ages. Abigail got more and more turned on, her sighs louder, her pleading for release greater. I put my hand. When I got home I was still major pissed off that they would do that to us. Then I went up to the bathroom to bandage my wrist. Then I called the Police and reported that my wife and Roger had handcuffed my in his basement against my will. They said that they would come over. They arrived 20 minutes later and took my statement. As they headed over to Roger's and Alice's home, I called her to let her know so she wouldn't be surprised. The policed arrested Flo and put an A.P.B. out for Roger,.