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could view an assortment of pay-per-view adult flicks. They had movies for the pervert in everyone. Above all, every viewing room was private.
    She looked back at him and deep into his eyes, caught like a doe in the intense beam of oncoming headlights. She suddenly felt a tingle between her legs and then felt the moistness. She could nearly achieve orgasm by just looking at him. The past three months without sexual gratification from her husband only spurred her on.
    She took his hand and led him delicately toward the door. The mere touch of her soft skin on his caused an immediate reaction. He could feel his penis stiffen slightly, beginning to push hard against his cotton briefs.
    Behind the door, the hallway was dark. She led him, still by the hand, down the hallway to the last door, apparently the only unoccupied room. As she had walked by each door, the sounds of primal pleasure quietly whispered through the space where the door met the floor. Each room held a different sound. At the room next to theirs, the sounds were louder. Perhaps someone had the same idea.
    Inside the room, a large projector screen showed ads for different pornographic movies, even an ad for the store; it showed their large inventory of sex toys and flashed on the screen in bright, bold letters: Special Order. Loretta chuckled at that, special order, if we don’t have the right dildo for you, we can always order it.
    Her male acquaintance closed the door quietly and pushed the lock button. He then put a five dollar bill into the machine and scrolled through page after page of pictures of porn scenes. As if his choice would matter. Loretta placed her hand on his and pushed the button.
    “Let’s make our own,” she said with a mischievous smile. He smiled in return.
    She dropped to her knees and unlatched his belt then slowly, teasingly, she unzipped his pants. Scratching her nails lightly over the skin at his waist, she slide his pants down, releasing his still growing member. She took him into her mouth, sucking hard, tasting him with her tongue, then into her throat, and she swallowed.
    He had never had such an experienced woman on him before; he knew she would give him a treat. He nearly had to push her mouth from him. The way she worked her mouth felt like a slippery sheath, and she had him on the brink in minutes.
    He pulled her up and kissed her deep; his tongue probing her mouth, tasting himself and not caring. What a prize he had stumbled upon. She put his hand under her now hiked skirt. No panties. He grew harder, she was beyond wet now. Her own juices flowed down her thighs. He turned her around, and she bent, pulling her skirt to give him a view and to grant easy, unrestrained access.
    She moaned with pleasure to feel him that close behind her, to know what was coming next. She closed her eyes in anticipation. She longed to feel him slide deep inside.
    She welcomed him; he entered her, deep.
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    They had nearly concluded the tour of the house, the same house that Frank had seen several times over. Frank had always been the kind of man to rub it in. He could conjure trouble.
    Frank took a step toward the door that led to the basement. “What’s behind this door?” He asked as if he had truly never seen the house before.
    Herman had taken this grief for the last half hour as he took the man, his brother, the bastard, from room to room. Without hesitation, Frank had verbally ripped on every room in the house, from their sense of décor all the way down to the pull-knobs on the kitchen cabinets. After his verbal assault, he then told Herman what he would have done and how soon he may just tear it all down and restart because the terrible job that had been done already could not be undone.
    All the abuse brought Herman’s blood to a boil, his face going a deep, crimson red. How could this asshole stand here and belittle me like this? He thought. If only our parents were still alive, father would never approve of this. He would