A Fucking Investment Ch. 13

"We didn't want to call him off because then everyone would know, know we had wired the place and given it eyes. So long as she was safe..."

I waved at his smaller face. I turned around and scanned the conference room to make sure no one could see in and see what I was seeing. By now, Jennifer was sucking John's cock, bobbing her head up and down. At first, she struggled to maintain her balance, making her breasts sway and bob. John finally helped, holding her shoulders so the bed did not make her sway as she bobbed her head up and down on his erect cock. In moments, John came in her mouth. She clamped down on him and sucked him hard. After he wilted and lay back, she continued to suck him.

When he was back erect, the guy had good recovery, she tried to get astride him. She toppled over and finally John recovered enough and helped her get a leg over. She was too high and had to shuffle lower. John steadied her with his hand pinching her tits. Finally, when she felt his cock, she tried to catch it with her cunt. After several failures, she wailed, "Put it in me! Please, put it in me. I want to feel you inside me!"

Sawyer took hold of her wavering body with one hand and directed the end of his cock between her pussy lips. She moaned and descended, sliding down his cock till she was completely impaled. She proceeded to grind her hips against him rocking and rolling them till she came the first time. She toppled over, grunting and moaning for him to fuck her. He turned her onto her side and entered her, scissoring her legs and jamming his cock into her from below. With her arms still strapped together behind her, she balanced on one shoulder while Sawyer rammed into her. Her body responded finally and a paroxysm of pleasure rolled through her. She tried to roll to her back but her bound arms prevented it. She then tried to mount him again but could not get her torso up so she could sit down on him. She struggled and squirmed. John Sawyer just watched her.

Finally she lay back down on her shoulder. John inserted his cock into her and she groaned. "Oh thank you. Help me up. I'll, I'll ride you again." Her voice sounded like she had forgotten he was there, enthralled as she seemed to be with the disembodied cock stabbing into her.

John rolled her onto her shoulders, lifting her hips and hammered into her. Jennifer, pinned by her own weight, screamed and grunted at the same time. Her arms bound behind her, she balanced carefully while John stood on his knees on the bed and fucked her upright body, holding her awkwardly by the thighs. When he came, he fell off of her and she rolled off the bed onto the floor, unable to stop herself with her hands. She lay out of sight, but her panting was clearly audible.

The point of view shifted to the overhead cam and John was dressing. He left her like that.

"Turn it off." I hissed. "Turn it off."

"Boss? Are you pissed?"

I found Crowley squinting at me, his big head monstrous on the wall.

"No. No, just, it just..." I couldn't finish the sentence.

"This was all my doing. My team, they called me when the guy appeared and I audited it from...uh...where I was. Once I saw it was Sawyer, I told them to let it go. We watched to right there, when he left. She, she has a terrible time getting loose but she does. Do you want to see the rest? How she er dealt with this?"

"No. Not necessary. It, it has affected her though. Now I understand her behavior."

"We saw it. She stayed in bed the next day. But then she got up but, I know, she has not been the same. We, I didn't mean any harm. We, I just thought that keeping the cameras secret was more important..."

"I know." I wanted to rage at Crowley, at John, especially John Sawyer. If he damaged her...my mind ground, like an engine with no load on it. I gritted my teeth, wondering what should be done to John Sawyer, but the man had confessed to this proclivity. Did I think he had moved onto something else or that it was just a passing fancy? I shook my head. Suddenly I was calm, even cold. I could see the situation perfectly and like so often in the past, I knew how I would handle the situation. It was totally clear to me. My god, it was brilliant! Eve. It had to be all Eve's doing. Not this, not the taking of Jennifer but the rest. Oh I understood her game, chess while everyone else played checkers.

"Boss?" Crowley was protective of his people, never letting brimstone rain down on them. They were his and he dealt with them as he liked...which in his case meant he fucked them as he liked, as he thought they deserved. That was a different matter. When there was consequences, he accepted it all, passing it along as he deemed necessary.

"Can you get that onto my laptop or do we need it on a DVD? Or two or three?"

"We have flash drives. One will carry it."

"Get me several. Can you download it without anyone knowing what is on it?"

"Of course. If it leaks, everyone there knows I'd buttfuck them with a tire iron. It'll be a few minutes."

It was twenty. I got four flash drives from one of the propeller heads and went out to my car.

Before I even started the car, I opened my computer and tested the drive. It showed up wonderfully clear, wonderfully distinct. I found where Jennifer had assumed the position, her ass raised, her face turned to the camera, eyes covered. I watched John Sawyer enter her. The geeks cut to the other camera and reframed the distant shot but got a grainy view of her face as she was mounted from behind, a grimace of lust, pleasure and something else that contorted her fine, female features before her head shook and her blond hair obscured her expression leaving only her passion crazed grunting. I turned it off there.

I drove slowly back to the Strasbourg house.

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