"Clean. Like it was when I moved in. Tonight?"Darla frowned. "That's both of us, maybe four hours. Three hundred."Tony blanched. "That much?" The CDC ...ought to declare that bathroom a biological warfare lab," Darla said flatly. "We're probably underestimating. But it's a flat rate -- three hundred -- plus materials. We might have to send Donnie for more cleaning materials." I scratched that on the work order and handed it to Tony. It was his move; if he was aware of the other services the girls. Definitely not like he'd kiss his sister. But she felt like a girl, and she smelled like a girl and within fifteen seconds she was kissing like she'd done it plenty of times.As for Chrissy, when her brother kissed her like that, like they did in the movies, she felt weak all over. It made her feel funny in her stomach. No, not in her stomach, but down there somewhere. She decided she liked this kissing stuff. When she felt his tongue slip into her mouth, all slippery and smooth, the feeling. With my cock in one hand and my camera in the other I watched as this depraved melee played out in front of me. As one guy emptied his sack and wandered back into the darknes he was in turn replaced between her thighs by one or two others. No names were exchanged and no permission sought.Eventually after what must have been an hour or so the last stranger zipped his cock back into his trousers and without saying a word disappeared into the night.In the sudden quietness this left me staring down. ‘Peter, I wanted to talk to you … ‘ ‘About what?’ ‘About the kidnapping.’ ‘I don’t want to talk about that.’ ‘Why not? I think it’s important that we talk about it.’ ‘What for?’ Withers angrily tossed the tongs onto the floor, stalking away from her and turning his back on her. ‘Why dredge up something that should remain covered?’ ‘Because we haven’t had a chance to talk about it.’ ‘I don’t want to talk about it, Cassia! I don’t want to remember what those men did to you! I don’t even want to.