I stopped to get my breath, and stepped back into the living room. Julie and the man of the house were sitting and talking about nothing. June was als... there, seated calmly with her tea, as though she had not just been with me in the next room, her lush and willing body in my arms. I sat down.We all talked companionably, but I have forgotten every word of the conversation. My eyes were drawn irresistably to June in her chair, sipping her tea, her eyes meeting mine now and again as the rain. Agent Surgut was getting up from his table. Their eyes met across the lounge and for a brief moment, they stared at each other. Agent Surgut cocked his head slightly, quizzically and narrowed his eyes a bit, perhaps a bit confused about why this woman was looking at him. He looked from June to Maykop and back again before breaking off the gaze, collecting his things, and heading towards the exit.Meanwhile, with fluid, confident motions, Maykop placed a large bill on the bar next to his drink,. Except the humiliated Roger, of course."Hey, how about we take a look?" grinned Melissa and she made Roger put his hands behind his back. Roger was now stood there with his dick tenting out inside his trousers ... it wasn't a very big dick but it was a boner alright."Ooo Podge sweetie, what have we got there then?" said Melissa, looking down and suggestively licking her lips. "Come on my little dumpling, you can tell me. You've got a stiffy from ogling my legs haven't you? Come on my little. "The music playing was the overture to Monteverdi's "L'Orfeo." It boomed loud and resonant, but could not quite drown out the tortured scream from the machine.I felt a faint quiver in my bowels, down at the very depths of the dildo insertion point. It became a rhythmic wave-like droning pulsation, like the vibration of large engines distantly felt through the hull of a boat. It was shaking me, pulling me apart, and I was riding waves of sheer motion, and every cell of my body overloaded, then.