It was claustrophobic and smelled of red wine, lavender and sweat. The man I had talked to on the phone was behind a desk reading a book and greeted m... in Italian. He immediately realised who I was, asked for my payment, explained to me a few rules that boiled down to respect everyone and no-means-no, had me sign a form and pointed me towards the next room.I pulled the curtain, stepped into the somehow seductive looking room. It was empty except for one person behind the bar,“Cosa stai bevendo,. I took a dozen slow strokes before pulling out to keep from cumming. I gave her a soft little shake to prove she was still very sound asleep which gave the guys confidence they could get away with it. Neither of them lasted long before popping off. She barely moved while they cautiously pumped. We whispered stories we remembered about girls getting fucked while passed out, cheerleaders at after game parties, aunts passing out at poker games. Girls waking up not knowing which guys or how many. Also don't forget your consent form," Sharon said as she prayed his mother had signed it before being murdered."Ok I can do that, and I have the consent form filled out." Then that's all, unless you have any questions?" Nope, I will see you then."The phone went dead and she screamed in delight and punched the air, "We got him Gail!"Turning she ran out of her office and down to the soundproof lab. Opening the door, she stopped as she saw her boss working feverishly on Sammie or Samantha. " No problem, Suzy. My name is Eric Dufresne. I must apologize however, because my assistant called in sick today so I'm here all by myself." That's ok, do you want to re-schedule?" No, no, we can still do your headshots. The studio is yours for the next hour and then I have another shoot for the rest of the afternoon." Great, I'm so excited." You're friend told me how pretty you are, but I must confess that I am pleasantly surprised. You should see some of the women who come to me asking if.