.He was holding me from my hips now and his slapping balls against my butt cheeks were making a funny sound, echoing on the walls along with the sound...of water coming from the showers..''Take my cock bitch, what a slut you are, damn, your ass is made for milking my cock''It was too much for David, he was on the edge, about bursting! I said 'Stop David, you filled my ass full with your baby-batter last time, but now i want you to go ass-to-mouth on me and finish it in my mouth.''I got down on my. Lori threw her arms around my waist, frantically pleading, “NO...! Oh God no please, Clint, talk to me! Why didn’t you say something? Please talk to me, baby!” She was panic-stricken and scared, not understanding that my anger wasn’t directed at her or Eric.I stared in the mirror wanting to kill Houseboy with every fiber of my being as I managed to calmly tell my wife, “It’s okay, honey, I’m not mad at you or Eric. You didn’t do anything wrong!”Then Houseboy spoke up again, ‘Hey, don’t look at. " Jenny said."I don't want you doing anything yourself, honey. I'll do everything for you, it's the least I can do to comfort you."Jenny smiled in approval and watched as Jacky poured blobs of shower gel onto the lufa. They smiled at eachother as Jacky began to rub the lufa on Jenny's flat chest. As the water of the running shower mixed with the shower gel, it began to form into bubbles. Jenny raised her arms and put her hands behind her head as Jacky rubbed the lufa into her body. Jacky used. Finally a particularly violent spasm hit and tore his hand from the door handle. Rodney collapsed onto the surface. He drew in shuddering painful breaths and added more pain to that he planned for Tim when he found him. Rodney heard that cool calm voice in his head once again. It said, ‘Rodney I said enter Door number Two please.’ While Rodney was laying in pain two people carefully stepped around him and opened Door One with no problem. Rodney smiled to himself and rose slowly. He watched.