The elevator ride of to our room seemed to be taking forever. I knew what I was about to get, and my pussy was aching for it. Several other people got...on and off the elevator, ensuring a long ride up to the 19th floor. Adam had a hand around each of us, his hand rested on my ass. The elevator finally dinged and we got off at our floor. Maggie got the room key ready and slid it through and opened the door as soon as we got to it. Before we had left we had brewed some coffee, for the sole. Presently, the movements of her right hand across her pussy became faster. Her left hand, which had still been rubbing her bottom cheek now began to rake her fingernails across the red flesh of her bottom, hard enough to leave white trails through the redness. Her abused flesh seemed to recoil slightly at her own assault and she half-gasped, half-moaned while her other hand continued to ply over her sex. Then, she took two fingers and placed them right over her clit and began to flick them side. ..."Mom?" Marc said breathlessly."Ahhh, that's so cute that she remembers," Henry said."Henry...what have you done," Marc's Mother said in a voice strong asit was fearful."What have I done? PROVED YOU WRONG AGAIN YOU FUCKING BITCH!!!" Henrysaid yelling at his former wife."Mom is that you....I've been...I'm a...." Marc continued to say.Trying to talk to this woman he barely remembered. Trying to getthrough the fog that was his mind these days. But the look in her eyeswhen she looked at him. So. "I am, honestly!" came the terse hurt reply."No, oh forget it, just listen, do you remember the 5th Street drug bust" asked Greta."How could I ever forget, we lost three good cops that day" said Blakey."Well I just have had the same feeling run up and down my spine as I did when I walked down that damn Alley" Greta mumbled."You, mean a set up!" Blakey blinked."Yup, look at the position of this theater, right at the centre of the lab, this is a trap! They knew we were coming - this whole thing.