“WAKE UP!! GET UP!! TAKE ME TO THE ROCK!!” The gun wielding man wore a black balaclava. John jumped up from the floor where he was sleeping, start...led. “DADDY!!” Megan screamed. The maniac pointed the gun at her Father’s head. “Take me to the rock!” “Alright… okay… take it easy!” Wearing just his boxers and a shirt, Megan’s Father left the room, the gunman following. “Megan! Stay here!” Her Father said. “Daddy!” Tears fell down her face. “Your Poppa’s right, sweety. You stay here. Y’know, it’s. Then I became aware of his cock. Still hard, pressing into my back. Its little throbs and supple swells.“I think someone is still in the game,” I chuckled.“Ya, what about that? It's like my dick got supercharged when you went all crazy on top of me,” he laughed.I had just went off and crazy to cum. The lewd images of Charles cleaning my nasty used pussy was so fierce an urge it took over my sanity. I didn’t know I was capable of doing such a bad thing to him, but it felt so good, so sexual and. My hand, for its part, kept sliding up and down my partner's shaft, pumping him firmly as I squeezed him tightly, in the way that he'd first shown me on a drunken night about a decade ago.We laughed together as we masturbated each other for Jason: me adopting a well-practised penile technique against his gaping fly; him employing its far less conventional anal variant down the back of my trousers.I wondered what Jason would think if he saw me being fingered for real: would he be disgusted to. "Do you trust me?" "Yes" She moved up to my thigh. "Do you trust me?" "Yes" She reached out and felt my dick. "Do you trust me?" "No" I wasn't stupid enough to keep saying yes and miss getting my own turn.I chose Rachel and put a hand on her knee. "Do you trust me?" "I guess." I lifted my hand and cupped her breast. "Do you trust me?" "Okay" I gave her breast a little squeeze and moved over to the other one. "Do you trust me?" "Yes" I gave it another squeeze and then opened two buttons on her.