If I was screwing a woman I wanted her to know that she was being screwed. I came forcefully into Tracy, demanding a response from her, and receiving ...it in spades. Her rump bounced up to meet me, eagerly taking my driving cock. We quickly settled into a rhythm, two exhibitionists performing before a fascinated voyeur. Even while I was banging into her, I was pushing up Tracy's top and bra, wanting to get my hands on her breasts. Finally clasping her breasts, I pounded away at Tracy, both of us. They spoke of normal things. What she had for breakfast. What she learned in her science class. How her run went. He asked about every detail, and she gave them to him.From him, little was shared. After two months, she still hadn't been able to learn his first name, much less any personal information. She'd toyed, once, with the idea of calling him Hound- or rather, Master Hound, but the idea had seemed too silly to put into play. Besides, there was a chance that he'd have her punish herself if. I did a couple shots at the house to pre-game, and by the time I arrived at the bar and found my little testerone-fueled group, I had a good buzz going.As soon as I walked up to the group lingering on the front patio near the outdoor bar, one of them handed me a mixed drink. I handed it back to him, "No way, Tom. You take a sip first. I'm not taking some drink when I didn't see who poured it." Don't be like that. Do you think I would really?" he smiled wide and for a moment, I wanted to trust. "You are early" Beth said. "Yes our first appointment canceled. We would like to get started because it looks like a storm is coming and we want to get done before it starts." Said the Arab looking man with the name Ahib on the breast of his shirt.Beth opened the door completely allowing the men to enter. With the three of them standing in her hallway, she remembered that she was nude except for the robe that didn't cover much of her body. It was held together by a slash that was wrapped around.