Chapter 7

Nothing was the same for Paul after that wonderful-horrible, lust-filled night. He moved around at home and the office in a sullen daze, like a man on Death Row waiting for the sentence on his head to be carried out. He knew that the other salesmen were laughing at him behind his back, that it was public knowledge that Merl had somehow bamboozled him and made him agree to letting his boss have a ill date, a very heavy date, with his sexy young wife. The trouble was, Paul didn't know when the date was scheduled or where it was going to be held. That, too, was part of Merl's sick plan. To make his victim squirm that extra bit more, he withheld the vital information, so that the poor fellow couldn't steel himself against the inevitable. What sort of surprise would it be if the fool in question knew in advance that when he came home of a certain evening, his lithe blonde young wife would be entertaining a quartet of virile, horny studs in her every orifice on the living room carpet?

At home, things were terrible, too. Kathy tried to act as if nothing out of the ordinary was about to happen to her, but that only made it worse for Paul. He wanted her to beg him to turn himself in to the police, the Realty Board, to do anything but let her firm young body be sacrificed to meet the depraved needs of some strangers. Of course, she did nothing of the kind. She was trying to show that she was brave, that she would bear up to the strain, no matter what, but Paul misread her attitude, seeing it through his own bruised ego as a desire on her part to follow the commands of his satyr of a boss, to revel in the animalish frenzy Merl's "party" promised to show her.

Paul tried to do his work, but his heart plainly wasn't in it. He didn't try to rush his clients, didn't lavish compliments on their good taste, didn't fawn over them at the lunches he bought...in short, he was failing as a realtor. The days dragged on and everything seemed completely hopeless until a young couple walked in off the street and turned him right around.

Actually, it was the wife who turned Paul around. She could've passed for a high school cheerleader, though she said she was twenty. Her name was Debbie Burton. Debbie and her husband Tom had just moved out to the coast from the Midwest. Tom was a pharmaceutical salesman, a nice, clean-cut kid with freckles and a reddish crew cut. The only thing the least bit odd about Tom was his eyes, the pupils were mere pinpoints. Right off, Paul knew that the kid had been sampling his own wares...and he also knew that if he had anything to say about it, he'd be sampling Debbie's wares. There was something about her that really got Paul's sap up. It could've been her height. She wasn't more than five feet tall. She seemed incredibly delicate and petite, like a child in a woman's shape. There was an earnestness, a guilelessness about her, too, that told Paul she would be a demon unleashed in the sack, that she would throw everything she had into her lovemaking.

He drove the Burtons around town in his Lincoln, showing them the range of houses, talking up the low taxes and high resale value of the property. Half the time, though, his mind was not on his spiel. He was thinking about Debbie sitting next to him in the front seat, about how much he'd like to pull over to the curb and stop the car, about how much he'd like to push her warm young girl's body down on the seat and thrust his face between her smooth firm thighs, to lick and bite at her tight cunt until she mewled with pleasure and opened her legs wide for him, until she put her own trembling fingertips to the moistly gleaming slit and opened the hair fringed petals of her pink pussy and begged, screamed for him to fuck her with his hugely throbbing cock.

"I don't think we've seen anything that we like," Tom said, impatiently after they'd been driving around for most of the morning.

"You're just tired of looking, Tom," Debbie chided him. She turned to Paul and said, "He's a terrible shopper. He just wants to run in and out as quickly as possible."

"I'm the same way," Paul told the young man, trying to stay on his good side. "I get antsy, too. Would you like to do something else for a while, while I take Debbie to a couple more houses?"

"What else is there around here to do?" he asked.

Paul tried not to show his elation. The young man had taken his bait! "Have you ever seen hang gliding?" he asked, turning and giving Debbie a wink.

"Hang what?" Tom asked.

"Gliding," Paul explained. "It's like riding on a big kite. There's a lot of crazy people who jump off cliffs around here. They glide or soar or whatever on these kites they're strapped into."

"Is it close by?" he asked.

"There's a spot right down by the ocean," Paul said. "It's not fifteen minutes from here. Would you like to see it?"

Tom looked at Debbie. "Honey, would you mind if I took a breather from this houses hunting?" he said. "You know how I get."

Debbie smirked at him, pushing the wisps of her long, strawberry blonde hair from her face as the wind gusted them free of her pert, cheerleader's coiffure.

"You're such a bad boy, Tom," she said, clucking her tongue at him. "Leaving me to do all the dirty work."

"Don't listen to her, Paul," Tom said. "She loves to shop. I hope she doesn't drive you crazy."

Paul didn't answer. Debbie Burton was already driving him crazy!

After he'd dropped Tom off at the Gliderport, he steered the heavy car and its delectable young cargo due north along the coast. The houses along the way got larger and larger, changing from $100,000 bungalows to multi-million dollar estates with private security guards and ten-foot-high wrought-iron fences.

"I think these places are a little out of our price range," Debbie said.

Paul looked over at her, letting his eyes lick over the jutting swell of her firm young breasts, the tapering curve of her long, slender legs under her short, summery skirt.

"I know they are, Debbie," he said, smiling. "I just thought you might like to have a peek inside of one. Was I right?"

"Oh, could we really?! " she gasped, in delight.

"No problem at all," he told her. "Our company is handling the sale of the Marston estate and I have a key to the lock box."

"The what?"

"The lock box. It's a box that's kept out in front of the house, on the front door, or in this case, on the main gate. Inside it is the key to the place. It saves us realtors from having to carry a whole bushel basket of keys around with us all the time."

"That's very clever," Debbie said.

"Here we are," Paul said, turning the car into a beautifully landscaped driveway. He parked the Lincoln in front of a huge, locked gate.

"But there's no 'for sale' sign," Debbie said as he put the car into "Park."

Paul smiled. "With a house like this, putting a sign out front is like advertising to all the burglars in the county that they should come and get it," he said, opening his door and getting out.

He walked over to the lock box and opened it, taking out the key to the gate. As he turned to show it to her, he saw her sitting there on the front seat, so small, so childlike, so vulnerable. And he wondered if he really wanted to go through with it? He knew that it wasn't just Debbie's beauty that was urging him on. He knew that he was trying in some perverse way to exact revenge for what was going to happen to his own pretty young wife. There was no way he could get retribution from the parties involved in that depraved act and his attempt at taking satisfaction from the beating and anal ravishment of Kathy had turned out less than successfully from his point of view. Instead of turning her into a shuddering heap of terrified, pain-ravaged jelly, he'd given her...and himself...a deeply pleasurable experience. Clearly, someone else was going to have to pay for the humiliation and indignity that he was about to suffer. Someone like Debbie and her Tom. He would take his vengeance out on her; he would debauch and degrade her youthful body and then give her back to her moron of a husband without so much as a "thank you" for all the free thrills she'd given him. Paul threw back the heavy gates and returned to his car.

"You're sure this is all right?" Debbie asked with concern.

"Relax, Debbie," he said, easing the car down the winding, tree-shaded drive. "You're a bonafide prospective buyer and I'm a licensed agent. There's nothing to worry about."

He drove up to the front of the three-story Tudor mansion and parked. Debbie slipped out the passenger side and gasped in delight at the massive dark wood beams, the steeply sloping roofs, the many red brick chimneys that sprouted along their spines.

"It's really something, isn't it?" he said, taking her firmly but gently by the arm. He marveled at the smoothness of her skin. It was like a baby's! And his cock began to flex and throb in anticipation of what he was about to do to her.

Debbie didn't shrink away from his touch. She was so overwhelmed by the beauty of the house that she hardly even seemed to notice it. Paul led her up the wide front stairs and opened the front door for them.

"Can I?" she said, her eyes all a twinkle. Paul nodded, laughing softly as he watched the child-woman rush ahead of him, rush into the cool, dark confines of the huge empty house. He closed the door behind him and bolted it shut. As he turned the lock and put the key in his pocket, a sense of power swept over him. There was no way the pretty young thing would escape him! A lewd grin passed over his face as he started to undress, kicking off his shoes and untying his tie.

"Paul?" Debbie called from deep in the bowels of the house. "Paul are you coming?"

Oh, yes! Yes, I'll be coming, Debbie, he thought, smirkingly as he pulled off his underwear, as the swelling length of his rapidly hardening penis flipped out into the light of day. And so will you!

She was engrossed in the view from the garden windows as he came up behind her. She didn't even turn around until he was almost on top of her. But when she did!

"Paul! What?" she cried, her eyes widening in horror, her cheeks flushing crimson with embarrassment as she saw the fully naked man standing in front of her. Her eyes dropped to his hairy crotch, to the obscenely erect staff that jutted up from his loins and the fiery red scrotal sack that swung pendulously beneath.

"Relax, Debbie," he said, thickly, "everything's going to be just fine."

"Why are...what are you doing!" she bawled as he reached out for her.

Paul caught her by the shoulders and held her still, despite all her twisting and struggling to escape. "Come on, baby, you know what it's all about," he told her curtly. "You know what I want...and you know you want it, too!"

"No! Leave me alone! Stop it! Stop touching me!" she howled miserably.

His hands slipped down over the firm mounds of her young breasts, squeezing them salaciously through the fabric of her blouse. She wasn't wearing a brassiere and in seconds, his pinching tugging caress brought her small, hot nipples to life, making them stick out throbbingly against the thin material.

"Tom!" she wailed, desperately. "Tom will kill you for this!"

Paul stopped his groping of her breasts and looked her right in the eye. "Don't give me that crap!" he said. "Tom is so loaded on whatever pills he's pushing this week that he isn't going to do a damn thing! And I'll bet he never does anything, right?"

"W-what d-do you mean?" the lovely young girl cried, huge wet tears running down her burning cheeks.

"I mean that he's so stoned that he doesn't give a damn about giving you some of this," Paul said, patting the lust-swollen head of his blood-engorged cock.

"That's not true!" she protested.

There was something in her eyes that told Paul he'd touched a nerve deep inside her.

"Oh, yeah? I'll show you!" he snarled. "I'll show you what's true!"

With that, he unceremoniously forced her back over the padded window seat, pushing up the hem of her short skirt as she writhed and kicked. The sight of her slim, ivory thighs, of her fat pubic vee sheathed in hot white nylon drove him crazy with lust. He grabbed hold of the waistband of her panties and ripped them from her body, holding her pinned to the window seat with his hand at her soft throat

"Noooo!" she warbled, as she felt the flimsy garment that kept her most private secret parts hidden ripped away brutally from her body.

Paul leered at her naked loins, chuckling to himself at the way she kept squirming her thighs, trying to hide her soft, vulnerable pussy flesh from his sight. He could see everything she had, the sparse curls of her blonde pubic hair, the rounded domes of her youthful buttocks, the smooth pink meat of her cunt with its hairless, pouting lips.

"That asshole husband of yours should be shot!" he said, vehemently.

The remark was so off-the-wall that it made the girl stop her struggling.

"W-what?! "

"He should be shot for letting a sexy looking piece of tail like you go to waste," he said. "I mean it, Debbie. I don't think I've ever seen a girl as pretty as you...and it's a crime that he never fucks you right."

Again, there was the flickering light behind the young girl's eyes, the nerve had been struck again.

T want to treat you right, baby," he said, hoarsely. "I know how to do it. I know all the tricks."

A half-smile played across her lips for an instant and her locked thighs seemed to relax as she considered what the strong man had to say.

"You want me, too, don't you?" he said, grinning. "I can tell when a girl has the hots. You got the hots, right?"

Debbie said nothing, but her face flushed a deeper shade of crimson.

Paul contemplated fucking her right then and there, brutally and without mercy, throwing himself between her momentarily slackened thighs and jamming himself up her tight pussy, fucking her until her legs turned to jelly, but there was something else he wanted first.

He climbed up on the window seat, straddling her slim waist, squirming up onto her heaving chest until his bare hairy buttocks sat lewdly on her soft young breasts, until his lust-bloated cock arched up in front of her pretty young face.

"Oh, my God!" she gasped, blinking at the thick, blood-heated hardness. "It's so big...and beautiful! Tom's hardly got anything between his legs! But, you...oh!"

Paul didn't mention the fact to her that popping pills has a decided shrinking effect on the male penis, instead, he put his hand to the foreskin of his immense erection and smirked down at her. "Like it, huh? How about a little taste? Or did Tom forget to teach about cocksucking?"

Debbie's face once again burned with shame. "I...I never have. Tom said it was dirty and...."

Paul laughed out loud. "Did he now?" he said. "Well, he doesn't know what he's talking about. Let me show you...."

He pressed the purplish, mushroom-shaped head of his cock against her lips, wetting them with the oozing stickiness of his semen.

"Just open your lips and lick it a little. I'll show you the rest."

Debbie gulped back her shame, closed her eyes and opened her lips enough for him to slip the bulbous head of his cock over her bottom teeth. She shuddered as she felt the heaviness of it pressing down on her tongue.

"That's the way, baby, just work that sweet little tongue around. That's it! You're getting it fast!"

Debbie gulped again and again and did as he told her, nakedly ashamed but afraid to turn back now that she had come this far. She sucked and swallowed again and again, and when he pressed his open palms against the sides of her head, she feared that he was going to unleash his sticky sloshing semen right down her throat!

"Don't stop that sucking, baby, until I say to...keep on sucking and swallowing and everything's going to be just fine!" he grunted, fucking into her widely-splayed lips with long, deep, gagging strokes that bumped chokingly against the back of her tender virginal throat. Down past his cock he could see the way her adam's apple bobbed as she fought to maintain her salaciously sucking rhythm. She was a natural born slut, and she was eating his hard cock like it was going out of style.

Suddenly, Paul grunted loudly and a rumbling came up from his loins as his hot sperm rushed up from his balls and surged down her throat in a white-hot torrent. Debbie choked and gagged on the incredibly heavy fluid of his ejaculation, but he held her head so tightly with his hairy knees that she could do nothing but swallow and swallow and swallow!

"That's it. Keep it up! Keep it up!" he moaned as his cock deflated and slipped flaccidly from her lips with a lurid plop, leaving a wet sticky gob of his semen dripping from her lower lip. She opened her eyes tentatively and looked up at him, her breasts heaving from the crushing weight of his body pressed down upon it.

"You missed a little," Paul said, pointing to the shining stuff on her lip.

Debbie whimpered excitedly and licked the bit of his creamy fluid from her mouth. Even after he raised himself up off of her, she lay there on her back, her legs slightly askew, patiently waiting for whatever else he desired to do to her. She was another man's wife, but for now she was his, his lust-slave.

He dropped to his knees between her legs and pushed them apart. With the backs of his muscled hands, he spread her trim girlish thighs and lowered his head between them in a sudden movement that caught Debbie off guard.

"No! No! Please, not that! You can fuck me if you want, but please! I don't want you...I mean, no man has ever...."

She gasped suddenly as Paul's lips brushed electrifyingly over the moistly heated folds of her pink pussy. He gave her a fervent soul kiss that sent rippling chills of animalish pleasure racing along her spine., His lips worked frantically into the squirming moist flesh of her vagina until his tongue sensed the throbbing pearl-like bud of her nerve-filled clitoris. She spasmed under his hotly laving caresses, her hips starting to churn, to tick with a will of their own.

There on the window seat, her lithe young body shivered and spasmed uncontrollably, her flesh beaded with the misted sheen of perspiration as his tongue hotly searched every wrinkle, every crease in her sweet-tasting pussy. A thin line of droplets already lined the ragged pink folds of her cunt and he could taste their perfume-like pungency with his tongue tip as he thrust it deep into the undulating folds of her pussy and speared it into the clasping confines of her vaginal sheath.

Debbie moaned as if she were being beaten, but the tremorous tone of her voice betrayed her real emotion...wild, abandoned lust!

She reached down and clutched his dark hair, grasping his head in an effort to force his searching lips deeper up between her thighs, but suddenly his lips left the moistly dripping slit. Debbie groaned in shame as she heard her own cunt embarrass her with a wet slurping noise as it reluctantly released his tongue. She looked up at him through tear-filled eyes. He was kneeling between her legs, his hand on the turgid pole of his cock...he was going to fuck her!

"Paul, please. No! I can't go through with it. Tom! I love Tom. My husband!" she mewled pitifully, her eyes focusing on the long, hard thickness of his meaty erection, the immense, bloated purplish head and the swollen, drum-tight scrotum.

Paul ignored her last-ditch attempt to dissuade him. He crawled up between her trim thighs and pushed her legs up and back until her knees crushed down painfully into the soft domes of her breasts. She was nakedly exposed to him now, all the secrets of her feminine genitals open and unguarded...the moistly trembling lips of her pussy palpitating with arousal. Beads of dew-like moistness lined the softly quivering slit and he could see, farther down between her upturned buttocks, the hairless, tightly puckered lips of her anus, tautly gripped in fear and shame.

Crawling down into a push-up position, he leaned over her and kissed her hotly on the lips. She hesitated for an instant, reluctant to respond to the taste of her own feminine arousal, but within seconds, she was kissing him soulfully, pushing her tongue deeply into his throat as she mewled and groaned with bestial pleasure. His tongue surged between her tiny white teeth and into her mouth and she sucked on it ravenously, throwing her arms around his back. Her nails scratched at the muscled hardness of his back and Paul laughed at her fast-rising passion.

She was too ashamed to look at him, her eyes clenched shut, and oozing with salty tears. She felt his mouth leave hers and tease down over the front of her blouse, fastening itself on the peak of her breast, nursing on it, nibbling on the tender nipple bud right through the fabric. She squirmed under his muscled hardness with wild abandoned passion, her loins aflame with raw, animal lust.

He urged his loins forward with a grinding thrust and his pelvis ground against the upturned warmth of the married blonde's crotch. His cock throbbed into painful, complete erection and squirmed into the pink, hair-rimmed wetness of her pussy. She whimpered excitedly as the lust-hardened tip slid deliciously over her sensitive clitoris, insinuating its throbbing hardness into the moist heat of her vagina.

"God! Paul! Fuck me! Fuck me and make me come!" she pleaded, groping between her legs for his stiffness, her fingers lightly circling the bloated shaft. It was over twice as long as her palm was wide and she could barely close her fingers over its pulsating circumference. At once, she froze, terrified by the thought of what that monstrous cock would do to her narrow cuntal passage.

"Hurry up, Debbie! Haven't you ever felt a cock before, either?" he said, flexing his loin muscles and watching the look of surprise on her face as his cock swelled anew in her tiny, gentle grip.

"N-never one this big...I...I don't think I can handle it. I want it, but...."

Paul only laughed at her fears and reached down between their bellies and gripped his hard cock and pushed it up between the rubbery pink lips of her pussy. He could feel the soft, hair-lined folds flower with expectant passion and the wispy curls of her blonde pubic fleece teased his cock and the throbbing sperm-laden orbs of his testicles. He eased his cock into her a little and groaned as he felt the hot wet walls of her pussy open then close hungrily around the head of his penis...and then he pushed into her with a single, cruel thrust that sent inch after inch of hard, swollen cock boring relentlessly up into her belly. "OWWW! God, take it easy! Easy!" she

But Paul was deaf to her shrill complaints. He smiled as the walls of her cunt clamped pleasurably over the end of his cock, gripping him like a warm velvet

Debbie was bug-eyed from lack of breath and gasping for even a single lungful of air before she blacked out under his savage ravishment.

"Please! Take it out! Just for a second. Please, I can't stand it!"

But Paul just levered himself up off her to let her breathe, knowing full well that, like any woman, she could quickly adapt to his man-sized cock...and that in a few seconds she'd be fucking him back like she'd had him every night for years!

When he started in on her again, his thrusts were intentionally hurtful and deep, and with every backward movement of his lust-hardened cock, he pulled the tip of his penis almost completely out of the clinging grip of her pussy, leaving just the knobby head inside the cuntal lips until, with an animalish viciousness, he would push forward again, skewering her painfully and bringing a new cry of anguish and shame to her throat. He pushed aside the delicate moist pussy-flesh inside her cunt in huge rippling waves until his pelvis collided with an obscene smacking sound against the warm, upturned flesh of her crotch.

There was hardly a sound in the huge room except the ones the two of them were making as, groping and grabbing at each other, they locked together, legs askew and thrashing like a pair of mating dogs. His balls slapped into the smooth hairless cleft of her nether cheeks with a resounding thudding noise that made Debbie's tearful humiliation that much worse...they smacked into her ass in perfect rhythm with the deep-probing thrusts of his virile, lust-quenching cock. The sound seemed deafeningly loud to her and she was sure that the lewd noise would be heard for miles and miles around.

The insistent, pistoning length of his cock rubbing feverishly over her tender, swollen clitoris, buffeting the back of her womb drove back her shame and remorse in a towering, onrushing wave of adulterous passion. She was finding out for herself what no one could tell her...that nothing could compare with the first fucking in the arms of another man, someone not her husband. It was different somehow, wildly exciting and so arousing that she feared her loins would burst into flames with the frenzied passion of this man's delicious fucking. Every deep probing stroke of his immensely thick cock brought her that much closer to the pinnacle of her first real orgasm.

She could feel it coming on and she knew this would be the real thing, the gut-wrenching king of climaxes that all women sought and few ever obtained. Her knees were nearly doubled and her breasts were smashed beneath them. Flickering emanations of pleasure vibrated from the crushed tip of her stiff nipples as the backs of her thighs ground down onto them, rubbing them wickedly hard. Her lips trembled with a mindless litany of sounds as his deep-thrusting strokes drove her insane, transforming her from a faithful wife into an adulterous whore. He was so deep inside her, deeper than her husband had ever managed...and she could feel the throbbing head of his cock glowing like a red-hot poker deep in her belly.

She dared a quick, furtive look through the veil of her tears, and she could see his cock sawing in and out of her as she peered between her doubled-back legs. It was purplish and her free-flowing juices had drenched his cock and balls, making the thick fleshy pole of his erection glisten in the sunlight like a long hard rod made of polished marble as it bored deeply between her upturned thighs.

Paul groaned as he felt her cunt tighten, gripping his steely hard cock like a fish in a hot buttered velvet glove. She was about to cum!

Debbie tried vainly to hold back the screams of ecstatic pleasure that welled up in her breast. Her arms were around her new lover's back and her long slender legs were curled around his hips, her ankles locked together in a death grip of wanton desires as she pulled him harder down onto her writhing hips, burning with the maddening desire to draw him bodily up into the gaping heat of her pussy.

"Like it, baby?" he wheezed, leering down at her, through pleasure-slitted eyes.

Debbie nodded, biting her lips to hold back the delicious pain.

"Tell me! Say it!"

She flinched with shame. "Y-yes! I like it!" she moaned.

"Like what? Tell me!"

"Damn! Oh, damn you!" she cursed up at him through clenched teeth. "I like your cock! I like you to fuck me with it! Fuck me harder! Harder, you animal! Make me come!"

Paul knew he had won. He thrust into her with an incredibly cruel lunge that bored right through her belly and seemed about to burst from her throat. She was helplessly impaled, writhing like a worm on a fishhook, squirming and twisting under him on the long, hard thickness of his glistening cock.

Suddenly, she began to moan like a bitch in heat, her throat vibrating as she humped up at his deep-thrusting cock. She gurgled deep in her belly as her cunt flowered hotly around his cock, a gushing torrent of her love-juices bathing his long stiff erection with warm sticky liquid.

Then Debbie writhed so fiercely that her back seemed close to breaking and all the air rushed from her lungs as her hips arched upward and she lifted all of his weight with one superhuman grinding of her buttocks. Nothing touched the window seat now but her shoulders and her heels and she started to scream insanely.

"Cummmmming!" God, I'm cummmmmmming!" she cried as her legs unlocked and her feet pounded on his back frenetically.

It was all Paul could do to stay on top of her as she bucked and twisted like a rodeo bronco, and then it was happening to him, too. He choked and gasped and his loins began to pump and throb like they were coming alive. His lust-bloated testicles rapidly emptied their hot bubbling load, and he sighed with pleasure as he felt the seething torrent start the long downhill run along the thickness of his cock until finally the first gushing spurts burst bullet-like from the knobby head of his cock.

Debbie cried shamelessly as she felt the first waves of his white-hot sperm slosh wantonly down the hungry sheath of her pussy and into the writhing depths of her belly.

"Ooooooooh! There's so much!" she cooed. "There must be quarts and quarts!"

Paul gave her every drop he had, flipping his hips, churning his own genital juices into a fine frothy lather that bubbled out from the lewdly ovaled mouth of her ravaged cunt. But when his pleasure faded, when the steam heat of his genitals was sated, he was left with a feeling of utter defeat. He had conquered this luscious young girl, right enough. He had made her come alive with her own deeply repressed animal passion. But his victory over her was an empty one. His attempt to humiliate someone else, to degrade another couple as he knew he and Kathy were about to be degraded, was pathetic. It couldn't change what was going to happen; it couldn't stop it. And worst of all, it made him feel sick, demented as if he'd been contaminated by the perverted needs of his blackmailing boss.

"Come on, Debbie," he said, pushing up from between her widely spread thighs, "it's time to pick up Tom and take you two back to the office."

The lust-ravaged girl started to open her mouth in protest, started to beg him for another long, hard fuck, but the expression on his face made her think better of it. She let out a long sigh and rose from the window seat, following the naked man back down the empty hallway.