They didn't have much to go on, and it didn't look like more than just scratches around the lock, as if whoever it was had just got started when they ...were interrupted." By this time we were at the boat, and he pointed out the scratches on the cabin hatch frame. "See? This is all we found. They do look fresh, but we couldn't be sure, do you remember them being there before?" No, I think you're right – they're new since the weekend. I'd have gone over them with a sealer if I'd seen them before.". I also explained that all to them.And then came the talk.My parents had a talk with Craig, and I felt really bad for him. Pearl and Veronica were of course bustling about doing what they usually did. The living room looked surprisingly good. The couches had been moved back into the right place, and the trash was neatly collected into a couple of bags. My house wasn't trashed like they usually were when people had parties.I ate an apple while they talked, feeling really bad.Then they had a talk. We fingered her pussy together as I fucked her hard from behind. She was doing everything she could not to scream. “I bet he’s wishing he could fuck me right now,” she said. Her talking like that made me even hotter. I was fucking her so hard now that I was lifting her right off the bottom of the pool. She continued, “Oooh, you like that kind of talk do you? That’s right, he’d like to come down here and shove his big dick right in my mouth. I’d suck him so hard, he’d cum in seconds.” I was. One was standing slightly off to her side and flogging her ass in a regular pattern. The other was standing directly in front of her swinging the whip upward between her legs. He was not following a regular pattern. Sometimes he would strike twice in quick succession and then wait for several minutes to strike again.Meanwhile, slave ines was screaming in that mixture of pain and passion that only a true painslut can ever feel. “She can go on like this for hours,” Master Randolph said calmly..