I parked in the next street along from our’s and crept up our path towards the back of the house. As I approached the back door I could hear noises ...from our bedroom above. Sounded like she was getting strangled or something. My thoughts were racing. I silently entered the house and made my way to the stairs. Inside the noises were louder. There was a trail of the bitches clothes up the stairs. On step one,her shoe.Step two a stocking quickly followed by another,then her bra,panties and a pair. She again watched him as he adjusted his rock hard cock, straining his pants to a slightly more comfortable position. She enjoyed that. The control she knew she had over him made her feel even more aroused. As his shirt came off, she was eating the view of his body up with her eyes. Now he came back to her. The feel of his naked skin. His eyes still so hungry for the sight of her naked flesh. They kissed again. ‘Do you want to taste me know?’ she asked, little fires dancing in her eyes. The. I saw the car he was talking about. The bikes in our group peeled off and changed lanes as the Corolla passed them until it was my turn to move. I asked Mike to get us to three as soon as it was safe.I had just gotten settled in the number 4 lane when I heard Mike say 'check six and move as a group'. It must have looked like four people had their heads on the same string as all of us looked over our shoulders, signaled and then moved as a unit. It looked like we rehearsed the move just to. I’m sure she would buy that. Overall though, Kayleigh looked fine. Looking at her, who would’ve guessed that she had been our personal sex slave for the past two weeks. That she had been subjected to constant humiliation and demeaning to the level of a house pet. She looked like the golden teen girl that was ready to go back to her life and have the world be her oyster. She almost had that look of arrogance start to return. As if all she needed was to have her slave collar off, be fully clothed.