I started to panic, but remained still…. very still hoping that she thought I was sleeping. As she approached the bed I could tell from just barely ...opening my eyes that she was wearing nothing but a tight shirt and thong panties. She stopped at the foot of my bed and set down. Then she said, "I know your awake Steven. I am wondering why I can’t find my favorite blue pair of panties. Do you know where they are?" I opened my eyes pulled my hands out from under the covers and propped myself up on. She was a gorgeous woman, with full pouty lips, and cat-like eyes. With tattoos covering both shoulders. ~Jill pulled my pants the rest of the way off and climbed on top of me. With her melons in my face she grabbed a hold of me and sat on my poll. "Oh my God!" she gasped. Betty helped me kiss Jill's boobs while she began her joy-ride. "Feels so good!" I lied back down and let Betty straddle my face again. Facing each other, the girls began to giggle and play. Hearing them kiss inspired me to. This was a lie. The shock and the situation had not been conducive to an erection, but with the girl’s fingers flexing against his cock through trousers and underpants, something began to happen. It was shameful, and Professor Evans tried hard to make his member shrink again. He failed dismally, his organ swelling in direct proportion to his attempts to keep it down.Buttocks Girl giggled. “Now we’re getting somewhere,” she said, rubbing her hand over the front of Professor Evans’. She turned her head away as the tears flowed anew.She had been too preoccupied with the realization that her pussy was wet!The men stood off aways, by a window, talking quietly between themselves and glancing at her every now and then. To gloat, to ogle, or just keep an eye on her; she wasn't sure. She blinked the tears away and tried to control her breathing, and force herself to think. She had been briefed by Scotland Yard on terrorist tactics; the humiliation and degradation. They did these.