I was driving good, wide awake, and just drove into the corner of Missouri. Six more hours and we are there. Trish had been begging me to pull over to... fuck but I didn’t want the Cartel thinking we were making unscheduled stops so I declined. Trish finally had enough and stripped her jeans off and started to loudly masturbate in the passenger’s seat. I struggled to keep my eyes forward but I did my best. After several minutes of hearing her slosh her loose pussy around she finally let out a moan. As I did I moved my hands up the back of her blouse. I stopped though, for some reason I didn't understand, I almost always started with undoing her bra first. I remembered how she wanted some spontaneity. I dropped my hands to her waist instead. Slipping my hands down her waist I started kneading her butt cheeks. It took me a few seconds to realize that she was either not wearing panties or was wearing a thong. I moved my hands to her crack where I felt cloth.She said, "I wore them for you, I. He was standing behind her, what was he doing?The whiplash of a belt across her lower back made her cry out in pain unmatched by anything in her life. She could feel a red welt forming on her vanilla skin and she tried to hold back her tears.“What are you doing?!”“I’m punishing you. You broke the rules and brought this on yourself.”He whipped her again, this time on her thighs. She screamed and pulled at the blouse binding her wrists. A third strike was delivered, landing across her rear. I heard them giggling. I inserted my key in the lock. Silence&hellip,.then I heard scrambling in the bedroom. They were getting ready to do something when I came in. I slowly turned the lock. I heard quiet giggling. I thrust open their door and then quick ducked in my bedroom. They screamed and giggled&hellip,then silence. I hid in the darkness and watched from my dark bedroom with my door open. Mr. Creepy X, where are you?, miss says. They whispered something between them. They slowly ventured.