“Going…to…fall,” she said, but he caught her. Actually, she realized, two sets of hands had caught her, and were helping her to lean back on the sink.

There was someone else in the room.

“All yours,” nodded Williams, zipping up his pants.

Bleary-eyed, Chelsea looked up. “Donnie?”

The old man grinned at her, and she realized with alarm that his cock was out.

“No,” she managed. But he just kept smiling at her. Williams leaned her over the sink so that she was fully bent over it, her ass sticking out, legs together with locked knees, face almost up against the faucet. And then he was gone. And old Donnie’s...