” Jeff replied, “Don’t worry you’ll get your chance.” The photographer directed her to get on her hands and knees on a leather couch against...the wall. She rested her face on her arms, thrusting her ass in the air. Frank took his position behind her and placed the head of his cock against her slit. Jeff took some close-ups of him sliding his cock into her enflamed cunt. Jeff poured some scotch for himself and he took a couple of sips as he and Ron watched Frank fuck her from behind. She looked. Though he had regained a lot of strength on his healthy side, the side that was affected by the stroke was still weak. It was better if we helped him to move about.We slowly made our way to the old man's office. I settled him behind his great oak desk. I had, by now, been in many of the local trainers' offices. I had to admit that Ben's was the neatest of the lot. I did have to say, though, that Jean spent a lot of time in there dusting and polishing (just as she did in the rest of the house),. Trish slips the trunks the rest of the way off, tossing them to the side. “You won’t be needing those for a while.”I part my legs even further. She steps forward, running her tongue over her lower lip then up and over her upper lip. Her eyes looking at mine as she takes a handful of water, letting it cascade over the mushroom head and down the pulsating shaft of my cock and finally washing over my scrotum.Moving even closer, Trish takes her hands and lightly scrapes my thighs with her. "A pair of elbows tried, unsuccessfully, to comfort her. "I'm Miranda Lind. What's your name?" A-Alice Rhodes," she stammered."We all were knocked out and put in here, you just happen to be the last to wake." How long have I been..." The first of us woke about eight hours ago." I've been asleep all that time?" I've been awake for about six," said Miranda."Where are we?" No idea."Alice sat back against a padded wall, pondering her situation. "Why are we here?" she asked Miranda, finally."Most of.