Roy grinned. "Oh fuck," he said. "This is gonna be good." His hand swept up Clara's slender body from her thigh to her tits. "Take my cock out, bitch," he added hoarsely. "Suck it for me!"

All Clara's actions were slow and her words slurred. It was like she was in a daze. She fumbled for his zip, and Roy undid his belt himself. His jeans opened, and Clara had a half hard cock in her hand. She held it for a moment, and Roy snapped "Suck it, bitch!" She bent her head towards it, mouth open, and obediently guided it slowly between her lips.

I glanced at Jack. He...