You have choices. You can take Mark's well fucked wife and go, leaving Mark with us. With the drugs she's had she just might fuck you three too. If yo... don't mind sloppy seconds, or what is it Viktor, twelfths? Or you can take a shot, in which case Mark will be a widower." Alexandru now walked over to the bed. "You will not be leaving with Mark and Susan alive."Mark could feel himself being restrained. Maybe for the better, but watching Susan laying on the better bathed in sweat, cum leaking. "Oh, look at that! Such a mess..." he remarked, craning his head back to get a closer look.The two of them looked around and realized that Eddie had been sleeping with his back-side planted in a puddle of muddy water. They could only assume that he had fallen ass-first into the puddle sometime during the night. The water looked as though it had been somewhat violently splashed outside the hole's normal boundaries, and the surrounding dirt was still moist from the water's spray.As Eddie was. Now getting back up he reaches for her arms and gently pulls her up. Taking her hands he places the handcuffs around her wrists and slowly rebuttons her blouse and guides her towards the attached garage and put her in the passenger seat. Getting in himself he starts driving to their final destination to where he spotted the day before. Conversation was very little, other then her asking where they were going no words were exchanged. Driving with one hand on the steering wheel and the other. She turned to Ron, gesturing to his door. "Should be open."Ron turned the handle and pushed the door open. He entered followed byVirginia. The room was standard quarters. Almost. The bed was adouble bed, not a twin. The furnishings were early 20th century, notnaval/governmental industrial. Wooden chest-of-drawers, wooden dresserwith cheval mirror on top, nightstands on either side of the bed, one-pedestal desk with laptop, and phone, the only incongruous items in theroom. Virginia went.