She was sweaty from the workout room and en route to the showers. I’m sure we’d be repurposing everywhere when it was time for guests. I wouldn’... be coming back down until it was fully to spec. The half assed dungeon had proved to me my mild claustrophobia. Traci pulled my hands. “Don’t fuck me when I’m this stressed.”“Reverse psychology?” I asked Charlotte.“The shower sounds like a good idea.” She answered instead. We were also sweaty and littered with other fluids. Traci pitched off her. She watched, her breath coming in short pants, as Becky writhed on the bed, her fingers pistoning in and out of her cunt and her other hand rubbing hard and fast at her clit. Becky slowed for a second taking her fingers out of her pussy and grabbing the vibrator from the bedside table. “Oh Vicky,” moaned Becky, as she sucked the vibrator, licking all the cream from it. Vicky could stand it no longer and walked into the bedroom. “Give it to me!” she demanded. “No,” said Becky, “I need it!”. I held his spit sheened cock before her and licked up and down his heavy shaft. Maintaining my gaze into her enflamed eyes, I worshipped his cock with my tongue and mouth. “He’s ready,” she uttered perfunctorily. Her motion towards me instinctively made me back off, she straddled him in reverse. “Guide him into me.” Mesmerised as she moved into position, I held him to her and watched as she skewered herself with it. I felt the heat of her pussy engulf him. I had to feel her wetness and she sat. Well, whatever Joan was planning, I never actually got to speak to Lindsey. I saw her, but we never said a word to each other." Why ever not?" She was too busy, Julia. Busy talking with that guy she came with yesterday, if you understand me," I explained."That doesn't make sense. When we saw her she was crying; Conway and Joan were taking her home. Come to think of it, I didn't see that guy leaving with them." Well, the last I saw of them, Lindsey and that guy were having a very intimate.