10.30 pmThe door opened to room number 12 and a couple walked in, the girl first for that was what she was. She couldn’t be more than 16 or 17 dress...d in her school uniform. The man was older, in his 50s, and locked the door behind him.“Do you like it?” he asked.She looked around the spartan room and up at the TV where a woman was sucking a man’s dick, it was muted but she knew very well what it sounded like. “Sure, this is fine. So, how do you want to do this?”The man bit his fingernail,. ... I can't believe you just did that." Mags looked back at the webcam, grinning, her hand still firmly on my cock that was softening somewhat but still retained much of its hardness.. "Neither can I."Jolanda was still furiously rubbing herself, her eyes so focused on the screen they seemed to bulge in their sockets. "Now, turnabout is fair play, Ryan..." she said. It took me a second to understand what she meant, but when I did I felt the blood streaming back into my cock. I looked at Mags, a. ’ Moe knew the layout: flatfoots shared the first floor while the suits camped out on the second. The stairwell separating the two floors circled upwards in an ornate scroll like it should be hosting debutantes instead of criminals and fat detectives. The handrail sported large gaps in the varnish, rubbed off from years of use. And the paint job on the walls peeled more than a dried up sunburn. Also upstairs was the goldfish room where Moe spent most of his last trip to Station Number One. It. He appointed Art to bepresident, but he knew that when he died I would own amajority of the stock. So he arranged our marriage, andmade me promise to keep Art as president when Iinherited. Of course, I did what Father wanted. AsChrist is the head of His church, so the husband andfather is head of his family. I obeyed my father andmarried Art, just in time, before Father died. But everytime Art makes love to me, I feel like a sinner. I feelguilty that we had a civil marriage ceremony, not.