"Good lord!" my mom groaned."What?" I asked."I'm gonna be working this off forever." That's only sex 11 times."She thought for a minute. "Tell you wha...t. For 2,000 points I'll do whatever you want, all day on Christmas." 2,000? How about 1000?" 1,000?" Yeah," I said, "Tis the season for generosity remember." So you should pay generously for privilege of using my body," she chuckled."Very funny. Plus that's still a mountain of points. That's worth 50 handjobs." Alright, 1,000," she said. "But. They surely had someutility entrance to bring in supplies. In the unlikely case therewasn't one, there had to be a fire exit or something like that. Thiswas a government installation after all.Kevin turned the water to cold. It felt like thousands of razor sharpice shards; it almost hurt. But it killed his arousal and clarified hismind.First, he needed to find out if he was being tracked in any way. Hiscollar would be most likely place to hide a tracking device. There hadto be some way to open. It was the first stop where shows were added. Two more. Joe postponed his poetry reading to the following night. By then, Sunday, the three visitors had flown back home. And Joanne and Gayle had another night of submission from Joe. His recitation again further enflaming Gayle’s need. And the intensity increased with the results of their stop at a sex shop. Nipple clamps. A small whip. That night, Gayle passed out from the pleasure/pain.The next morning, Gayle murmured, “I should head back. The dear girl humored me in everything and said that it would greatly excite her to know that I was an onlooker unbeknownst to her fucker, and she would take care to make sure I had something worth looking at. However, she expected I would instantly come out when the other had finished, and give her the coup de grace, as a fresh prick immediately after a first fuck so greatly satisfied her longing cunt, while a first fuck only excited her sufficiently to make her long for an immediate.