There could be no question now that they know who we are. They know that we aren't sluts or whores. They had to know that we aren't doing this of our ...own free will and by now all of them must know how old Heather is. And these men are cops!I'm not even sure how long we were there before they made us put on a little show for them. It was about half way through the evening I guess. We didn't have orgasms. We were too tired and sore by then. But we did what they wanted.There was another round of. This never happened so fast, and yet there she was, feasting upon his rod like a deprived succubus...Her eyes were sealed as tight as her lips, her head was a blur, how she did not hurt her neck was a mystery. What was unseen was the most enticing, however, for within her mouth she was devouring his desires in exchange for satisfaction. Her tongue was a vortex, a portal to a plane where muscles existed only to please. Her teeth were sharp, unforgiving, but the pain was as rewarding as the. I want her and I know she sees my hard 9 inch dick presses against my pants.She looks at me with those ice blue eyes and I whisper without even realizing, “Who are you?”She cocks her head to the side like she doesn’t comprehend what I mean, but she doesn’t say anything. I suddenly realize she needs a towel. I stand up and grab a towel from a closet and walk towards her not even caring that she can know fully see how much she affects me. I walk towards her, and without knowing why, I unfold the. A large jellyfish hovered in the corner of it, providing shimmering iridescence. Fish gestured her forward, reclining against a carved bit of sandstone. She smiled at Tiff.“So, you wanted to talk about Facilitator?” she asked.“Yeah ... is this room private?” Tiff asked, looking behind her. The water in the doorway shimmered, then turned to a solid silver. Fish nodded, subtly.“The owner will be recording us,” she said, casually. “But he doesn’t owe Facilitator any money according to what I’ve.