**Pewter City Hotel**<br/><br/>A tiny squeak escaped Charity's lips as she rolled her head back slightly, eyes closed. She held her breath and shivered hard, desire escalating to unbearable levels. There would be no more teasing now. Round two went to Gary. Slowly, the woman slid forward so that the man's fingers slipped out of her and his cock slid down the narrow channel of her intimate lips until its head rested precariously at her opening.<br/><br/>She was wet, warm, and her pulse could be felt thumping through her tender skin. At once, she slid backwards again, pushing Gary's solid organ inside of her and giving him an opportunity to feel the muscular walls of her vagina contract snugly around his shaft in welcome.<br/><br/>She gasped, thrilled and eager for more.<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Samuel looked up from the images, a bit surprised to be addressed by name. It caught his attention anyway, and he offered a friendly smile.<br/><br/>"I'm not quite okay." He admitted, getting up and deciding that he might as well join Al at the table for a bit. There was no way he could sleep yet, and he could always hope to share in the man's snack.<br/><br/>For now, he just laid his photos on the table and looked at them quietly.<br/><br/>"A bit heartsick, I guess." He pushed some of the pictures across the table for Alphonse to look at. "It doesn't help that so many things are nothing but uncertainty."<br/>