Checking at the various bedroom doors one by one, Marsdale ascertained that all of the bedrooms were filled with one or more couples and a few trios. Words and phrases drifted out to them along the unmistakable sounds of wild uninhibited f*****g.
"Come into my study," he said. "I want to show you some pictures."
They stepped into the masculinely appointed study. She gasped. On the walls were pictures of couples in lewd poses. She recognized many of the people in the pictures. Most of them were in this house now, engaged in illicit s*x. The photos turned her stomach. They were explicit in detail and no depravity had escaped Clay's camera.
Then, a completely inexplicable thing occurred in the young wife. The drinks, the digital stimulation of her breasts and c******s, the lewd videotape,
