After a while we broke up. Mom was happy to see it end. She never liked him and neither did dad. Neither one of us talked to each other for a few mont...hs but while we didn't talk, i noticed something. I always thought about his cock. No matter how many or of what size cocks i tried to fill my self with, it seemed his was the cock that i craved even still. We came to an arrangement. We would fuck each other and whenever we felt like it, whore each other out to our friends just for fun. That was. I asked if she had ever gotten drunk. She said that she tried it a couple of times but not a lot because her parents were strict. She was afraid of getting caught. I told her that even my parents condemn it but I still do it somehow.Then I became a little bolder and asked her if she would like to do it now. She was very apprehensive about it and asked me what if somebody finds out. The conversation went like this:Megha: Kisi ko pata chal gaya toh? (What if somebody finds out?)Me (in an assuring. She re- thought about the real estate agent that she saw chained upstairs. She was now more confused than ever on if it was a trick or not.Gathering up her courage, she went back up the stairs. Hoping her theory of it all being a trick was true. She went to the door where she thought she heard a tapping coming from. She opened the door and saw the pantyhose form tapping its foot on the wooden floor. She gasped and backed up toward a painting. The figure in the frame reached out and grabbed her. Impulsively, she put one onto her tongue. The bitter saltiness was oddly pleasant.Patricia opened the shower door, turned the spray to hot, and stepped in. The warm water felt perfect on her sore bum and stiff leg muscles. She cleaned her hair, a little shocked at how much cum there was. She washed thoroughly, not wanting to leave traces that Bill might discover. Stepping out of the shower, she dried herself with one of the plush towels. It was warm enough that she didn't feel any urgency.