‘I’m sorry. I should have been there.’ She shook her head. ‘No. it wasn’t your fault. It’s just… it is what it is.’ I looked at her. �...�what is it?’ I asked her. She shrugged. ‘life.’ We stared for a moment and then she broke eye contact. ‘Come on,’ she urged. She opened the door to the cabin. The door hinges cracked, sounding like a harsh cry. I almost felt sorry for the old place. When I stepped inside, a strong musty smell hit me in the face. ‘I come here almost every day,’ Maranda said. ‘I. I didn’t look at Rachel as I headed for the en-suite. I knew she was still lying on the bed. The door to the bathroom was sliding wooden pocket door, turning to slide it shut, I saw Rachel go by, headed down out onto the landing towards the stairs. I undressed and started the shower, I loved this en-suite, which was done in a cream and black coloured marble. The shower had two glass walls, framed in brass. It stood next to the bathtub, in such a way that there was an unobstructed view from one. Either way, it didn't matter.Fiona got out of her car and went to the door, and was hardly inside when Damian began stripping her clothes off before pushing her onto the bed. He fucked her raw and hard, pounding her starving cunt mercilessly, his hand wrapped around her throat squeezing tightly as his cock rocketed in and out.Fiona loved how each time he fucked her, he fucked her like it was the first and possibly last time. His passion and lust never wavered. In fact, it only seemed to become. 'Look and learn, Andy boy,' said Bryan, as he stepped behind me and placed the camera on my right shoulder. 'Let's get a shot of how things look from your point of view.'I stood and sighed in frustration when Paul told me that I would have to wait a few more hours to be fucked, and that it would happen when Gary returned from running an errand - he and I would be taken together by Arnim & Co.* * *Fortified by another glass of juju juice, I was happily led down the hallway and into the spare.