So, as Beth instructed, Pam exchanged the soiled wash cloth for a clean one. She wrapped it around the base of Ron's shaft and slowly once again pulled his pulsing erection away from his stomach until it was pointed to the ceiling.

Ron watched both women hover over his ridiculously hard dick. He could feel every pulse of his heart funnel more blood to his throbbing cockhead, the tormented purple shade of his helmet visible in those spots where the red polish had been wiped clean. His vision roamed to take in the way Pam's tanned breasts were practically spilling out of the lacy bra, the profiled curve of her...