There are several warning signs. The way he breaths, his moans, the way he moves his cock and the changes in his body motion. I could feel both of the...men’s climaxes building, not to mention my own. Eve too was starting to exhibit the sounds of a woman approaching orgasm as she rubbed her clit against the dildo ravishing my husband’s asshole. Even my sweet hubby was about to get off from the relentless massaging of the dildo against his prostate. Suddenly the room became a symphony of moans,. “Eric, don’t-” I began, but my protests turned into moans as his tongue flicked across my shaved pussy and down the narrow slit. He found my clit and sucked it into his mouth, pulling at the small nub until it almost hurt, then releasing it and attacking it with his tongue.It was too much. My moans grew louder and I bucked my hips against him, but he held me firmly. Too much, too much. I couldn’t take it. I was getting close again - so close. Eric seemed to sense how near I was, and then pulled. Short brush cut hair, black suit, skinny black tie and a blindingly white shirt. I was sure that, if I looked, I would see my reflection in his shoes from 2 yards away. Following behind was an older and more rumpled version. I could see the grey at his temples. He also had a slight grin, his eyes crinkled with amusement.“Officer,” the younger one barked, “Why isn’t the prisoner restrained?”Stunned, Paul answered “Mr. Reynolds isn’t under arrest. And up to this point has been cooperative. I saw. It mighthave been anything: a lover's quarrel, a friendly argument, mere mockindignation. It was none of their business.The woman hesitated and gulped. Her face turned brick red. It was herbusiness, all too clearly."Give," said the kid.She nervously adjusted a purse that didn't hang quite naturally on her."Look I'm just..." she began hesitantly. He cut her off with a wave of the knife.She wasn't comfortable in these clothes, in these shoes, or in this body. She'd imbibed too much. She'd drowned.