Helena slumped as everything suddenly stopped.  It was so alien, so utterly unlike sex, that the mood that had been building within her was ruined.  She sucked in several deep breaths as she lay and tried to gather herself, her face going slightly red as she felt a strange woman wiping her clean of a strange man's cum.  Yet again she wondered what she had gotten herself into, yet again she thought of the poor murdered woman and decided it was worth it.<br/><br/>The sudden appearance of yet another cock, the order to service it, almost got Helena's back up.  She was here to perform, not to pleasure men off camera.  She quickly realized it was a stupid thought, plus, well, she was hardly in a position to refuse.  She eyes rolled upwards as she tried to get a look at the man, even as she took the tip of the cock in her mouth and began to suck and tease.<br/><br/>She shuddered, paused, and moaned as she felt Jamal slide into her once more, her body eager for the attention.  She hadn't gotten an orgasm, but Jamal seemed far more suited to get her there than Trev had.  She rocked her hips slightly once he was inside of her.  She wanted it, her body needed it.<br/><br/>She realized she was acting like a bitch in heat, but she didn't care.  She was here, she was doing it, she might as well enjoy it.