Just outside the door, Marcia kissed her, fondling her breast and slipping her the tongue salaciously. Brenda was already dressed again, jingling my car keys and rifling through my wallet. Three, four, five hundred dollars: the rest of my pay for this week. She waved the sheaf of bills excitedly, kissed both her friends, and headed for my car.
Karin and Marcia began to make out. My horribly abused c**k hurt like acid fire. My legs itched maddeningly. I was cold, soaked. Water kept dripping relentlessly on my forehead, driving me absolutely batshit. Two bare 75-watt light bulbs on the bathroom ceiling blazed relentlessly into my eyes. Closing them against the glare hardly helped at all. The girls were moaning in ecstasy again. Please, Brenda, hurry back!
