They were the coldest, scariest eyes he had ever seen. It was as if the man was looking into his soul and found him wanting.Paul shrunk back and tried...to close his mouth, but heard himself say, “I don’t know, I don’t, Harry never said. He just said the boss was a rich, powerful man who would pay us well and protect us as long as we stay loyal.”Ty said in a quiet but deadly voice, “So who killed who?”Paul shuddered and again his mouth opened against his will. “I did one of the servants. I didn’t. "Let's just enjoy ourselves, 'kay? No kids, just you and me." 'Kay." Her head bent back, eyes closed. She nibbled his lips. Her hands slipped around his waist, fingers finding his hips. She kneaded the taut behind, drawing him to her even as his arms slid up her back, pressing her into him. She sighed, relaxed, surrendered to the pleasure of his kiss, the firmness of his body against hers, the inside of her leg pressing his. She arched as his fingers fumbled for the zipper, knowing she would. Jerry locked the van doors and the boys grabbed their buxom, glassy eyed, round-heeled, incestuous, hot date by the arms and rushed her to the room door, bringing her tight jeans with them.Larry unlocked the door and they hurriedly pushed her into the room ahead of them.They all immediately found out that Bob hadn’t been kidding when he told them that there had been a lot of traffic through the room since it was last cleaned.Not only was the room totally trashed, the stench of stale beer, booze. After closing the door he took a minute to look me over before telling me (not asking) to stand up. We traded places; he sat on the bed, I stood in front of him. He pulled me close and started groping me; gently at first but it was still groping. As he groped he asked some questions:Did I know what was going to happen?How old was I?Did I like anal sex?Did I understand that it would be rough?How did I feel about getting my ass whipped with a belt?Had I ever been punished before? (that got my ass.