Billy wasn't spooned against her with an insistent hardon; her bed seemed harder and smelled... odd. She didn't seem to be wearing her nightgown. And ...he couldn't move.Laura wasn't at home, and it wasn't morning. Her sleep wasn't the slumber that comes after a day of honest work and play. It had been induced with a careful blend of a fast-acting soporific and a longer-acting hypnotic, to put her out fast and to keep her confused, pliable, and mildly amnesiac once she awoke. She'd eventually. The guards began to drag people regardless of age or sex into the middle area of the room that had a large round cushion bed in the centre surrounded by long flowing see through sheets of cotton material. Two guards had a middle aged lady who was struggling, they slapped her and threw her onto the bed, then one of them who was dark skinned proceeded to undress, throwing off his uniform and climbed upon the bed on top of her, his cock was quite big and not even fully erect. . Looking down at the camera she blew me a kiss telling me it was show time. Reaching down I saw her click the computer monitor off and turning it to face away from live couch. Watching as my wife walked away from the desk heading towards the door to the left of the sofa. She went out of my screen's view but I could hear her opening the door and the clear sound of Dwane's voice.Before I continue I should explain how we got to this point with me sitting in a hotel room watching a web cam of my. I suddenly let loose everything apart from my vocal chords. I sucked air in as I came and my body plateaued all over him. I struggled to stand in my heels and grabbed his shoulders, hair. Hips and hands as it began to subside enough for me to balance. I exhaled forever as I de-cocked. I washed my dildo quickly as he found his trousers and readied himself.I fixed myself also, then went to unlock the door. I turned like a bond girl. "Room 245". Then left. I think I will write to the courts for.