Pearl moaned and he saw the passion reflected in her gaze. “Can I come?”
“Oh, darling, yes, let’s come together,” he said as he shoved into her one more time and she screamed.
“Wesley.”
“That’s it, darling,” he said, his seed filling her womb.
Anthony walked over. “My turn. You check out the stuff on the walls and let’s see if there is something we can use to get out of this hellhole.”
“Sweetheart, when we get you home, I’m going to paddle your ass until you can’t sit down. Do you understand me?”
“Yes, sir,” she said. “You asked me this morning and I should have told you.”
“That’s right,” he said.
He slipped his cock into her pussy and then when she was getting close to climaxing, he pulled out.
“Have you been a bad girl?”
“Yes,” she said.
“And what happens to bad girls?”
“They get a spanking,” she said. “Please, Anthony, I need you.”
“Beg me,” he said.
“Anthony, please fill me with your cock,” she cried.
And Wesley watched as Anthony did just that. He shoved into her sweet willing pussy and filled her, banging into her with relentlessness.
“Please, may I come,” she cried.
“Not yet,” he said and Wesley knew he was making her suffer just a little longer.
They were in a precarious situation and Wesley didn’t know how he was going to get her out of this alive or without having to screw every dick in town.
Finally with a growl, Anthony said, “You can come now.”
He shoved into her one final time as she cried out, her muscles quivering.
For a moment, the room was silent, and yet they heard sounds coming from the rooms around them.
After a few moments of them slowly returning to earth, Wesley had to ask some questions.
“Do you know any of the women on the other sides of these walls?” he asked, wondering if any of these women would be willing to help them.
“Christine spoke to me briefly this afternoon, but it’s frowned upon if the women are caught talking. You are to stay in your room and do your job.”
What a hellish experience. Walking over to the wall, he found something that looked like a small knife and began to dig a hole in the wood separating the rooms.
“What are you doing?” Anthony asked.
“Get your pants on, I think I know a way to get us out of here,” he said. “And then we’re going to the sheriff. If the sheriff doesn’t work, then we’ll go to every preacher here in town and get Miss Champe run out of here too.”
Anthony smiled. “I like the way you think. Let’s get dressed.”
The two men hastily pulled on their pants. Soon, the hole in the wall was big enough to see the whore working a client. He waited until she was finished and after she walked him to the door, he called her over.