She’s actually what a stereotype cheerleader looks like. She had bright blue eyes and blonde hair that fell down to her shoulders. Emily was probabl... a C cup and had a lovely toned stomach and tight ass. She had a bag with her and headphones in. She walked over to a bench and put her bag down, giving me a good look up her skirt right at her cheerleader panties. My dick started to get hard when she turned and gasped.“Cameron?!? What are you doing here?” Emily asked.“I could ask you the same. That was all the encouragement he needed. Ron grabbed her hips and began to move harder and faster. In and out, harder and faster, long firm strokes moving the length of her tunnel. Ron was done being soft and gentle. He held her tightly as he performed his piston-like movements. Harder, faster, grunting with each push. Carol met him thrust for thrust, with equal urgency. She braced herself each time he entered her, and returned his push with equal force of her own. Sounds of panting, skin. 'Look see her throat tighten around you'.He looked down in horror as her throat looked as if it had a life of it's own.'Now baby brother, now', I repeated 'Fuck her'.I was as excited as he was, as he tried to move his cock in and out, but she was tightly holding him in her throat, he was experiencing what we in the medical profession call 'Autoerotic asphyxiation', a form of strangling or suffocating themselves to heighten sexual arousal and orgasm, except of course that would be her pleasure,. I was only armed with the bayonet from François' musket, and my plans for de La Zouche would need more than that. There was also the fact that de La Zouche still had at least one of his henchmen with him, or at least close by. I would need to determine if de La Zouche was alone in his room before confronting him.As I walked slowly along the upper corridor sounds of laughter, screams, cries, and bestial noises of frenzied copulation, came from the rooms either side. I stopped at room number ten.