This brought her mouth to Norma Jean’s breasts. Lydia unbuttoned the blouse, exposing the breasts under it, held back by a bra. Lydia unhooked the ...ra. She pulled the breasts from their bondage. The nipples were hard, waiting for a mouth to take them. Lydia obliged. Lydia tried to reach into Norma Jean’s panties. It was not possible. The panties were already occupied. They contained a man’s hand. Aaron was there. He already turned of the lights and put up the “Closed” sign. It was a cozy. If he guessed wrong, he got nothing.At the same time, the girls would be trying to get the guys to finish during the 24 seconds they were blowing them (Right then I realized that for the girls, those precious 24 moments really did amount to a "shot clock"). Anytime a guy blew his load, he'd have to sign his name on the girl's arm. At the very end of the game, the girl with the most signatures would be declared the winner among the women.The first two guys in each heat to get three signatures in. Even the gray carpets have a brown tinge to them. It’s actually kind of gross. It almost kept us from taking the apartm— What the fuck was that? A rustling noise. Like the sleeve of a windbreaker moving against a torso. Again, terror freezes me to my bed. I can hear him, coming down the hall, shotgun aimed at my door, right next to my bed. ‘Get out of bed and get into the tub NOW!’ Over and over in my head. It’s not as real as the first time. That one was the real thing. He’s out there.. He picks up the pace, slamming me hard into the desk, as I claw at it to escape the intense pleasure he is creating with his cock.No real words are coming out of my mouth, by now, just mindless gibberish and swearing. The drawers in the desk are making noise, as they rattle, and he groans he pistons his cock in and out. We are making so much noise now, that someone is pounding on the door to the detective's office.Not caring about the other people, Jack whispers to me, “Are you close? Cum with.