Walter was a bit surprised at how easily Kenzie settled into the passive role.  She put up no resistance whatsoever, letting him do whatever he wished.  It only served to encourage his mood; if they didn't mind him treating them like living, breathing sex dolls, that was exactly what he would do.<br/><br/>He stood against Kenzie's right side, pressing against her, angled at a forty-five degree angle with her body so he could watch Juliette at work.  He supported her with his shoulder, with his arm draped around her waist.  She couldn't have fallen down even if she had wanted to; he would have held her up, propped her against his body.<br/><br/>He watched Jules work, his hand on her head, fingers digging into her curls.  He guided her, forcing her head back or easing off on the pressure as appropriate.  Occasionally, in a bit of a sadistic pique, he would shove the brunette's face forcibly into the blond's cunt, just to hear her gasp and choke on her friend's vaginal secretions.<br/><br/>Then he turned his attention to the blond.  "I want you to fuck her face, dirty girl," he whispered into Kenzie's ear.  "I want you to explode all over her.  Drown her with your cum."  He punctuated his command with a painful bite to her earlobe.  He knew that Juliette liked it when he "talked dirty" to her; did Kenzie like it as well?  He had a feeling he would soon find out.<br/><br/>His right hand unwound from Jules' hair while his left continued to cradle Kenzie against him.  He sought out and found Kenzie's hand, took it and moved it back to wrap her fingers around his erect penis.  He gave her hand a squeeze, instilling her with an unspoken command, and left it there, curled around his member while he put his hand back on Jules' head.   He shivered as he watched Jules continue to go to down on Kenzie's dripping pussy,  and thrilled that he was taking such an active part in the depraved scene.  His thumb scratched back and forth against the brunette's scalp, lovingly, while he gave the blond's waist a tight squeeze.