The lower level was dark and had some good music playing. There were two couches - on on each side of the room. In the middle there were about 5-6 guy..... Being serviced by two guys on the floor. A bit of a surprise, but my girlfriend didn't mind at all . SHe sought a place on the couch to sit and watch. We watched and the givers moved from person to person. We may have sat there all of 30 seconds when she told me "Go ahead".Really?"Go ahead".So I got up and stood beside the guy on the end. In. And no-one fucks my woman, especially not a turd like you. Take him outside! And Cunningham?" Sir" Do it where Nurse Smith can see." Yes Sir."By now all support had left Jimmy's legs and he was dragged out of the room by his guards and onto the porch where he was forced to kneel. I watched as Cunningham moved behind him and pulled out a gun before placing it against the back of the man's head."Mister Foster?" I asked in a horrified whisper, as realisation dawned, "You're not going to..."BANG! A. As well as looking pretty fucking amazing with her newly svelte body, my cousin looked like she was in control. Not only of the situation, as she lovingly, and sometimes brutally fucked her little friend. But also in control of her life. Here she was, with someone she trusted, in a secluded place, privately pleasuring this person. Nothing boisterous or outwardly attention-seeking. Private ... well, except for me. From what I could hear of her voice over the music, she seemed more ... I dunno.. "It's all happening so quickly. She's alive, but in critical condition."I love his body and look forward to being close to him.I wince with the sudden pain. I push him away. "Oh, Jack. Stop." "Renee, what's the matter?" His deep brown eyes staring at me, his brow furrowing."Nothing, sweetheart. It's just that you were pulling me into your Sam Browne belt. The tear gas canister and handcuffs were pinching my breast."I reach out for him allowing him to lift me up, his arms holding my 130 pounds.