" He looked around himself again. "But this place gives me the creeps. And this room isn't as bad as that one," he said, jerking his thumb toward the ...oor. "They have real torture equipment in there with the cages. That is a very sick ... uh, human being upstairs."Jeff paused for a second, "I need to know something, Doctor Mooring." At Mooring's nod, Jeff continued. "No bullshit. I don't want you to come back to me two weeks from now and tell me you misjudged, or you were wrong. So think about. Don't want to get romantic right now, you know?"A wave of relief flowed through him. Was that all? The alcohol had had its effect on Larry, too. He was getting some very strong feedback from the fingers investigating the rich curves of her tit. His cock was beginning to throb mightily in his pants. He didn't even bother to consider her claims about wanting to be friends. He was close to the woman, there was only one thing on his mind.And it wasn't friendship!His lips bore down on hers, hungrily. As I looked through my legs to see if he was looking I could see beads of my jucies dripping from me. I picked up a class and when I truned round Simon was stood up with the biggest bulge I had ever see in his pants. "maybe I should go" he said. I couldn't take my eyes off his cock you could see the full shape of it. Then something very strange happened a wave of pleasure run through me as I started to orgasm. He had not layer a finger on me and I was cumming looking at his cock. I squeezed my. ’ Sorrel accepted Mary’s outstretched hand, and like a child, she allowed Mary to walk her downstairs. When they reached the first floor they turned the corner from the steps and saw Fletcher and Florence sitting in the kitchen drinking coffee. Mary glanced over at Sorrel just in time to see her visibly pale and inadvertently shrink back. Mary squeezed her hand but said nothing. From the kitchen Fletcher and Florence saw Mary and Sorrel. Florence spoke first up, ‘I see the whore is awake.’.