Once inside the suite, the trap moved purposefully to the bedroom, stopping only to throw a wink at the couple as he closed the door behind him,<em>Okay Jess, brave new world... no guarantee what those drugs will do to that amazing cock and then we've got our loving sister, who needs to be on the receiving end for a change</em>he giggled at the last point, as it was more playful than malicious.  The teal dress was removed in a single motion and placed safely in the hamper to be professionally laundered, followed by the restrictive panties.<br/><br/>Pulling his toychest forward so he could dive into it properly, the younger Cabot was soon arms-deep in its contents, grasping around with frustration until he finally settled on the perfect thing... the thing he'd bought in secret a year ago and then forgotten until just then in the parking garage.<em>You may just be my perverted savior... but you're gonna be a bitch to work out</em>he assessed, looking at the straps and buckles.<br/><br/>After taking the time to fix his make-up and outfit, Jess returned to open the door and lean against its frame, "Oh Tim honey, how about we Eiffel Tower this bitch?" he purred, as visible below his sheer lingerie hung a thick black latex member which secretly doubled as an onahole for his own thoroughly-lubed cock.<br/><br/>"I think my poor sister could really use an old fashioned double-teaming" the bottle blonde commented through a wicked smile, talking long elegant steps as he approached the pair.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Outfit</div><div class="spoiler_body">(http://i198.photobucket.com/albums/aa116/LSWSjr/36187c58-0b9b-443f-ba41-f6c64b4aba83_zpsej5gecvq.jpg)</div></div>