Nicola and I lay on the leather settee, spent and messy. The assembly had taken their fill of us and were themselves in a similar plane of post coital bliss. I wondered what the time was. Looking around, I saw a wall clock; it read 9.23. We had left Wilminmoor around five and a half hours ago, and had been stripped, debased, and screwed for most of that time. I looked down at myself, dried cum all over my torso. Putting a...