The taller slender man, presses open the door and slides his body in, the petite similar dressed female follows immediately after."Go quick, multiple ...ostiles incoming from your last location." Klutch's voice has slight concern in it."Go go go..." Stack replies as the two spies move with haste down the hallway, checking around each corner with the sides of their heads before moving to the right as Klutch told them. The two quickly move down a handful of steps before pressing open one final door. Sheila, usually rather modest in her advances, played her tongue with his, grinding her hips against what was now a hard bulge in Sam's trouser front.Barely pausing for breath, she dragged him fully into the bedroom section of their suite, pushing him first against and then back onto the bed. Sam could barely believe the speed, determination, and almost predatory ferocity that Sheila applied to undoing his belt buckle and dragging his trousers round his ankles. Then, before either of them. "You have just learned what a tiny taste of the whip can be like. And every time you are not fast in obeying a command, you'll learn more!"She was sobbing with the pain, and now he spoke another commend. Her ears could barely pick it up over the sound of her own choking cries. It slowed her reaction."Kiss my boots!" he had commanded. And while she tried to assess what the faint order had been that filtered through her sobbing, he applied another and fiercer lashing across her shoulders. It drew. Travis knew the young man had been holding his cum in his mouth and that King Jake had now sucked it from his mouth and was savoring its taste before he swallowed Travis’s cum himself. King Jake closed his robe and led the two others from the room by their leashes. As they exited two young men entered carrying a wash basin and towels and quickly set to washing Travis. They carefully washed the young ladies juices from his face, then washed the cum from his stomach that the young man wasn’t able.