She grabbed the lapels of his suit, forcing him to look at her. She was smaller than he, but strong enough. A soft click told her the other Bob’s gu... was pointed at her head. She didn’t care.“Listen shithead, th’ knives didn’t work. I got him an’ he barely felt it. He said he’s not ‘natural.’ And if y’all want to know anything else, my brains are more useful keepin’ inside my head.”Big Bob looked down at her hands on his suit. She let go and sat back down. The Bobs also sat, looking. ”“If I spoilt your arrangements, you can invite your partner to come and join us. I love sex with a third person watching,” I chime in.“Did you hear that Kerry, want to join us?“You do, good room number 2233.”“Now where were we,” Marilyn smiles as she resumes licking and teasing my cunt.As I enjoy the thought of Marilyn’s partner watching her pleasure me I visualise what she might look like. A butch lesbian type probably?A few minutes later my sexual pleasure is disturbed by Marilyn’s partner. Probably some sort of booby-trap rigged to that, he figured. Regardless of his apprehension, Abraham tread forwards. As he neared the doorway, he heard... nothing. There were no moans of pleasure, no gasping for air or ragged breathing. That was either very good, or inherently horrible. Abraham couldn’t decide, so he simply forged ahead. As he pushed through the trash bag curtains, several tin cans on strings fell from the ceiling, the pebbles and bits of metal within jangling as they fell. In. Then he pulled and nibbled and bit lightly.She was just ready to go over the edge when he stopped. He got up and turned off the camera. He wanted to take her but something told him he shouldn't. Deep down he knew it would be too rewarding for both of them. He had no qualms about taking his pleasure but his pleasure would be as much a reward for her. This was not a time for rewards.He left the room. She could hear the shower running. He came back into the bedroom and put on sweats. Then he sat.