He pinned my arms down with his legs, so I was his little cock slut. After an eternity of him raping my mouth, he pulled out, took my hand, and led me...to his bedroom. His bedroom was pretty well lit. Rod had mirrors along both sides of his room with a mattress in the center of the room. He laid out in front of me with his cock standing at attention. I knelt down and began to stroke his massive penis with both hands. I licked his shaft up and down like a lollipop, then slid it into my mouth. O. and go to work?"Heather looked at our mother, and then at me. "She doesn't work at the hospital any more. Didn't you know?"I didn't know, and I felt ashamed for not keeping in better touch with my mother and sister. How could she go away and leave her son with someone that didn't feel up to taking care of the kid? How was my Mom getting by financially?"What's the name of the last book you read to him?" I asked Heather."I don't ... what's that go to do with anything?" How much do you need to. Feeling about soft drinks right now. And, if you don't mind, I'll stand for a moment."Ian found Ingrid at the bar in Room 3. She had been slugging down Scotches during the entire game. One more disappeared as he entered the room. Now she was thoroughly shit-faced drunk."Come on in, Mr. Australia," she mumbled. "The water in here is fine. Speaking of that... I found out where that other little door over there goes. It's the rest room. Do you Australian people call them rest rooms... don't you. Three of his men peeled off to circle around back. Rory O’Shea nudged the door open with the point of the sword and darted his head around the doorframe. There was a body lying in a pool of blood just inside the door, evidence that Eddie’s entry, at least, went according to plan. Careful of the blood, he and his men entered, closing the door behind them. The man on the floor looked like street muscle in the lightless entryway. There was a gun in his hand but Danny shook his head when he bent.