Esther laid there, too exhausted, too disturbed, too drunk, or a combination of all three, to come to her aid. Carl was unmoved by Alysia's pleas, enraptured by the opportunity given to him. His kissing continued, his hands continued to grope her mercilessly over the next several minutes. He reached down to her pussy, prodding his fingers inside repeatedly. His refractory period fading, another appendage began pressing against her sex.<br/><br/>But he did not enter her, at least not immediately. Strong enough to support her form he carried her to the bed, her chest pressed against his. Her world spun around again, the alcohol exaggerating the perception of motion before she thumped straight down. Esther lay beside her, her mouth and eyes half-open in bleary inebriation.<br/><br/>"You beauties are making this a hard decision," Carl said, casting a tall shadow over them with a visible erection. Each hand taking a fistful of the girls' hair, he drew them both to a sitting position, eyes level with his cock. His turgid member's tip rubbing against Alysia's cheek, there was no doubt as to what he wanted them to do.<br/><br/>Esther responded with only a glare.<br/><br/>"Don't use your teeth, it won't end well for you," Carl intoned.<br/><br/>Esther reluctantly started to lick the base of the shaft while its head pressed harder against Alysia's lips.