Carl and Juan stood out side the west end bathroom and waited for Troy to finish his shower. "We are going to need a set of clean clothes for him," Carl told Juan as Bruce came walking up the hall. "I think you are closest to his size, think you could spare a pair of old jeans and a shirt?"
"Sure thing amigo, I'll be right back," he said as Bruce approached them, "What's up ... Fucker." He spat at Bruce as he took off down the hall.
Bruce smirked as he gave him the finger, wanting to smack him hard up side the head. "Hey Carl, the asshole needs an ass whooping." He said as he held up the ropes, "Maybe I'll tie these fuckers around his neck." He chucked as he passed Carl in the hall.
"He's just fucking with you, I think you two need to get married." He let out a chuckle as he slapped him lightly on the back when he passed by.
"You're a funny man Carl; let me think about that ... oh ... ha ha." He mumbled as he turned in the far door to the left.
Carl leaned against the wall as he waited patiently as he heard the water turn off. Juan turned up the hall with the clothes and handed them to him "Here you go amigo, it an't much but what's the fucker gonna do, an't like he's got a choice."
"Thanks amigo, I think Bruce and I can handle this. You have a date as I recall." He winked at Juan as he took the items from him.
"Oh yeah, I can't break a promise ... might break her little heart." He took off down the hall and skipped down the spiral stairs.
Carl opened the door as Troy quickly covered his body with the towel, wrapping it around his waist. "Here, put these on, then we'll get you situated. Just knock when you're ready." He tossed the clothes on the floor and shut the door.
Carl peeked around the corner of the doorway leading into the bedroom, "Hey, get out here and give me a hand, just incase."
Bruce was just finishing with the ropes as he tied the last piece to the steel bed frame. "Be right there dude, just getting this shit ready for him."
The two men waited for the signal as the anticipated the worst. The light rapping on the door came as Carl opened the door. Troy stood there calmly as he waited for a sign of what they wanted. Carl motioned for him to exit the bathroom as he entered the hall. Both men each took an arm as they ushered him to the bedroom door. They placed him on the bed as they tied his limbs to the four ropes and double check them as a precaution. "There, it's better than that fucking cellar, don't you think?" Carl said as the two men breathed a sigh of relief; that went easier than either had expected.
"I'd like to see my wife, if you don't mind." Troy muttered as he held his tongue, desperately trying not to say how he felt inside.
"I'm afraid she's not going to be available for quit some time. If you're hungry or thirsty, I can get you something." Carl said as he pulled the straps loose that held the white transparent drapes open allowing them to fall and close off the window pane.
"I'll wait for Sandra, I'm fine right now." Troy grumbled with an annoyed voice.
"Suit yourself, it might be a while." Carl said as he headed for the doorway as Bruce followed. They strolled out the door and pulled it closed.
"That fucker is clueless, his old ladies out here fucking us silly, and he thinks we are the assholes." They both laughed as they headed down the circling stairs.
Juan walked down the hall as he entered Sandra's room. She was sitting at a small table as she applied eye liner to her beautiful green eyes. She turned to see him smiling at her as he pulled his shirt over his head. His physique enticed her vision as he unfastened his jeans as they fell to the floor.
"Hey amiga ... I'm here for our date, just like I promised." Juan said as he walked over to her. "And I got something for you, something I know you'll like too."
Sandra turned toward her visitor as she opened her legs, offering him a view of what he wanted. "Come over here and let's just see what you got." She said as he stood in front of her. She took the waist band of his boxers and slowly tugged them to his knees and let them drop to his feet. "Oh my ... that's impressive." She said as she took his hardening member in her hands.
His cock was light brown and swelled as she stroked the shaft while she cupped his balls. She placed the head in her mouth as she sucked on the large knob. His cock grew to full length; she slid a few inches of it in her mouth as the head touched the entrance to her throat. He moaned as she stopped for a second and then allowed it to slide down her throat as she took all eleven inches in her mouth and pulled back off. She slowly guided the massive pole in and out as she deep throated him as he placed his hands on the top of her head.
He pulled away and lifted her by the arms and picked her up. He carried her to the bed and set her gingerly on the sheet. He crawled up between her legs and sucked her nipple in her mouth as he rolled it across his teeth and slightly nibble on the sensitive flesh. Sandra reached between them and took his cock in her hand as she guided him to her entrance.
"Take me ... fuck me with that big dick, give it to me hard." She said as the head popped inside her and several inches sank into her. She bit down and tensed as he shoved hard, planting all but a few inches deep in her pussy.
"You like it rough baby?" he said as she winched, "That's not a problem." He pushed the remaining three inches inside her as she gasped.
