” The grin widened. “Assuming there is a second time.” It’s not just butch girls who can take the initiative. I took her glass from her and, h...olding her hand, I led her out of the room and up the stairs to the bedroom that Sylvia had given me. She followed me in and I leant back against the door, reaching behind me to lock it. “Not one for public viewing then?” That eyebrow again. “Not the first time.” We both smiled and then she moved in close. Her mouth almost touched mine, then retreated.. My pants are around my ankles and I kick them off and step into the bedroom. There's very little in the room that isn't hers. A chrome watch and a pair of men's dress shoes. Otherwise the room is all hers, neat and stylish as the Ann Taylor suits she wears to work. I hesitate before entering and then walk in and stand before her fully erect. I wag it around like a dog's tail displaying happiness. She stares past it. "They are so full of it," she says. They are so full of shit." I lock eyes. ” Wayne said gleefully, “Next week will be fine. You be here first thing in the morning at 6:00 am. We have some traveling to do to get where we need to go and it’ll take a while.” “Now, I’ve got some boys outside the back door that need taking care of. You might want to take those nice clothes off first though or they’ll get ruined. You can put your clothes on the chair just inside that door. Now get to it.” Karen stripped off her skirt and top, folded them neatly and replaced the chain. . Photograph! Mark realized that with three cocks in some of the shots and Samantha between them there must have been yet at least one more person in the room. Photograph! Pictures were taken quite professionally with good camera and quite proper lighting. Was this photographer man or woman? Did he just take shots or participate in gangbang switching with one of the guys?Mark started thinking about Samantha... when did this happen? How did this happen? Where? He was sure that these pictures.