“Did you wake up on the wrong side of the bed?”Amelia followed me into the kitchen, parking her butt on an island counter stool.“What do you wan...t?” I asked, still upset with the news about her music video. I couldn’t understand why it bothered me. Perhaps it was the threat of a media spotlight being shone on us, the risk of discovery; a Roman Polanski-like future. Or was it the threat of how attention would change Amelia? She was so sweetly innocent, with no trace of arrogance or entitlement.. She leaned in closer and I felt the sole of her sandal scraping my calf. My penis flexed under her hand involuntarily. She moved her other hand to undo the button of my jeans and slip the zipper down. "I want to see your cum-stained panties, Jerry," she whispered in my ear, slowly pushing my jeans down, "then I'll let you play with my feet. I know you want to, your cock is telling me you want to," she smiled and I felt her hand brushing over my erection through my silk thong. I felt helpless as. ”Soon she was on her back on a bench that a fourth girl had brought in, with hot water spraying on to her torso as three young women clutched and groped her. Stacey was writhing and slithering, feeling tongues, fingers, and lips all over her when she shuddered into a violent orgasm.“Good girl! Ladies, that is how you clean off a flyer. She gets this treatment every night we have left together.”“Sounds good to me.” Stacey didn’t even recognize the voice, but it was surely a cheerleader. . Spittle ran down my cheek as he pulled down the pouch to expose my tied scrotum and testicles.He looked at my nakedness and smiled. Then slowly he started undoing his pants and pulled his own already semi hard cock out and started rubbing it to an erection, and, keeping his foot on the bar bent his head between the nipple claws so that the linking chain was behind his neck. He was now directly against my front and I felt his cock poke at my own. He started to slowly thrust his hard cock.