I moved my butt up and down to match his rhythm as he moaned in pleasure. He’d say things like “Your ass feels so good” and “You make my cock ...o hard”. I couldn’t get enough. Knowing that I was the one making him say those things and feel that way made me so fucking happy. I even started to get hard again. Chris dropped down completely on me as his thrusts started to become quicker and harder. His face was right next to mine and he slid his hands under my arms so they came up under my shoulders. Billy and Rita joined everyone at lunch. They were holding hands and both began crying as the offer of a real home for her was made. There was plenty of work on the thriving farm and Rita would get paid for her labor for the first time in her life. The women would take her to town to get some good farm and dress-up clothes but they would be paid back from her wages. This was a chance, not charity. She held up her head and nodded and cried some more. Nobody had ever been this genuinely nice to. Was it him or her? Should they be checked? The doctor had dismissed their fears, he was used to panicy couples; and, truth be told, he was ever so slightly more dismissive because of their colour. He would have been horrified to be called racist, some of his friends were Asian, truly. But he had a subconscious resistance to referrals for patients. He would never have said the NHS is for white folks, that would have been crass and not what he thought he believed; but he did subtly think that. He rewound each, extracted the rolls of 35 mm film, and pocketed them. He reminded himself to ask later about any exposed film in the camera that had been found at the murder scene.Returning to the front living room, he greeted Doug and Susan. "There's some marks on the back door," Doug said, "'like it could have been forced."Sam checked the door and concurred in Doug's assessment. He asked whether the evidence of forced entry might have been there earlier. Doug had no idea. There was no other.