Jonathan turned, his pants still unbuttoned. She could half-see him through one eye and thin streaks of sperm. He ignored her completely. Gaia was kneeling on the floor with her face resting against the sofa. He had f****d her from behind, and Paula detected the gentle tremors and aftershocks running up her thighs and along her ribs. “Well, gentlemen,” Jonathan remarked. “Now we’ve had our welcome, we should get to business. A drink, perhaps, and then start working on the new scene?”
Only then, turning to Paula, did he instruct her to go and clean herself up. “But be quick,” he said. “We’ll be needing you again shortly.”
It was, perhaps, two in the morning. Both girls were tired after the day’s exertions but the men weren’t done with them. They had become enthused with the idea of the ou
