"It's going to be a late night tonight babe."<br/><br/>Billy stood with his cell phone pinned between his cheek and shoulder, eyes drawn down to the figure below. "I know, I know." Soft suckling noise could be heard in the quiet room of the storage closet they were in, but he had no worry that his wife could hear them. "Just start movie night without me and I'll be there as soon as I can." He exhaled deeply, reaching down with a hand to thread calloused fingers through the young woman's hair, gripping tight before forcing the head of his cock to the back of his throat. He held it there, holding his breath in the process.<br/><br/>Billy's attention was on the figure below which is why he nearly missed the words of his wife. "What? No... just tell the kids I love them and will see you all tonight." He could feel the tight confines of the girls throat grip and clench around the very tip of his cock. Her body began to lurch silently, vibrations rolling through the sensitive head before he finally gave her reprieve. "I love you too, baby."<br/><br/>He ended the call and leaned back against the cool wall, closing his eyes for a moment. Frustration set in and he barked down at her. "Be a little bit more enthusiastic. Fuck!" She silently obliged, swallowing and regurgitating his swollen meat back up as if her life depended on it. "That's better," he whispered with a grin and relaxed back, content.<br/><br/>----<br/><br/>Trevor made it back to his room and filled in an entry in the journal Dr. Prescott had provided. It detailed the encounter with Stefania but he opted to leave out the bit with the television. He doubted she would have cared much, but he always thought it better to be safe than sorry.<br/><br/>A few days later he found himself propped up on his bed, reading through a horror novel that he'd been wanted to get to for some years. It hadn't been all that scary, but the real life connotations brought forth made it eerie. Still, he couldn't put it down. That was, until he heard a knock on his door.<br/><br/>Trevor placed the book down and went to answer it, calloused hands gripping the smooth, brass knob before turning it and pulling the wood door open. There was no one there. He furrowed his brow before peeking out and taking a look up and down the empty hallway. Reading a horror book didn't help with the anxiety he felt, but even he knew better than to believe in the monsters placed in books. People were big enough monsters on their own. Humans were enough to worry about.<br/><br/>Trevor made his way down the hallway, slipper covered feet padding mutely across the cheap linoleum. Once he arrived at the nurses station he placed his elbow atop it and waited for the nurses speaking to pause long enough for him to interject. "Sorry to bug you but uh, did you see anyone knock on my door? I heard a knock, but when I opened the door, no one was there." His eyes followed their gaze down the hallways and back. The two nurses shrugged with raised brows and that was the end of it.<br/><br/>"Oh, alright," he began and turned to walk away. He stopped himself. "Hey, do you think you could get a hold of Dr. Prescott for me. I think we have a session soon and I would like to speak to her.