Toby chuckled to himself. "I guess you like that idea…"
Candace was thoroughly embarrassed when she arose, but Toby passed it off, "Hey, we had fun. It’s what we were here for. I need to jump off, anyway…" Pretty quickly, he managed to break free and prepare to head home, mission accomplished.
Lon came through the door as he was leaving, however, and put a stop to it. "Hey, come downstairs, willya? I need to talk to you about something." Sally followed him through the door, and he led them downstairs to the Rec Room. "Why were you here, anyway?"
"I needed to teach your mother about the cameras and stuff," Toby replied, "and, you know…" He flicked a glance at Sally.
Lon grinned. "He means he gave Mama a lap dance," he amplified. Sally blushed. Turning back to Toby, he got down to business. "Do you think it’s going to be necessary for us to run one of the girls under Louise’s husband’s nose?"
"Too early to tell," Toby shrugged. "And it looks like Fred has other interests. I’m not surprised, really; Louise and I discussed it. But the guy is seriously paranoid where guys are concerned; getting him to do something like that is going to be a LOT harder…"
"I have to tell you I ain’t thrilled," Lon groused, flicking a glance at Sally, "especially since Rick told Teela she couldn’t do it."
Toby nodded. "Yeah, I get that."
"Sally volunteered, too — and I KNOW I can pull the plug on that — but then we don’t have anyone…" Lon grunted. Toby nodded. "I mean, what do we need, anyway?"
"Probably a cum shot, I figure," Toby replied.
"I’m gonna hate that," Lon grunted.
"Well, we need penetration, for sure — then, if we don’t get a money shot, we have to get him off…" A light went on in Toby’s brain. "Look, I have an idea — but it’s going to take some doing. If it works, though, it’ll be a LOT better than just getting pics of him in the sack with Sally!" Rapidly, he sketched out a game plan, finishing with "What do you think? Are you in?"
Lon thought about it, then grinned from ear to ear. "That’s twisted, Man! But it’s totally cool!"
Toby grinned back. "I think I have a bunch of the stuff we’ll need at my house. In fact, I think we should do it there, anyway — it’ll be easier for me to set it all up. It, uh, requires you to do, um, certain things — me, too, for that matter…"
"Yeah, well, I can hang, if it gets us what we want," Lon grunted. "In fact, I’ll probably enjoy it…"
"I think we ought to keep this a secret, though, don’t you?" Toby insisted. "Once it’s done, Louise will get a kick out of it and Terence and Damian will probably be okay with it — but beforehand, Terence might flip…"
"Yeah, I hear that," Lon agreed. "Sally, this goes nowhere."
"Yes, Sweetheart." Sally was smiling gently. "It’s … pretty cool, actually."
"Well, nobody gets any advanced warning — nobody! Understand? Not even Teela!"
"I understand."
"C’mere," Lon directed. "The whole thing makes me horny. You know what I want."
Sally’s expression didn’t change as she slid off the couch and went to her knees before him and began unbuckling his belt. Lon glanced up, looking proprietary. "What do you think?" He raised himself to facilitate Sally’s tugging off his jeans.
Toby nodded, lips pursed. "Nice."
"I didn’t think I was interested in the lord and master thing, but Sally has convinced me…" Lon murmured, running his hands through her hair. "Take off your top, Baby — I don’t want you drooling on it. We might go out later." Sally flipped her blouse over her head. "Bra, too — Toby’s seen your jugs. Here, I’ll undo it." Sally leaned forward and sucked in Lon’s glans while he worked the hooks. "Nice, aren’t they?" he asked Toby when she’d freed herself.
"Very," Toby agreed. "I should probably leave you two alone…"
"Yeah, well…" Lon was cupping the back of Sally’s head, but she was doing a fine job, as far as Toby could see. "If we do this thing, I’m gonna let some old black guy I don’t necessarily like stick his dick in her, you know? I figure that isn’t fair to my friends…" Lon wasn’t watching Toby as he said this; he was watching Sally. Sally was looking back — but she wasn’t letting it get in the way of her sucking, which didn’t falter. Lon glanced up at Toby, "She’s fucking amazing, isn’t she?"
"I have to agree," Toby nodded. "One in a million. At this rate, I’m gonna have to go upstairs and wake up your Mama."
"That wouldn’t hurt her," Lon grunted, "She likes to get more than one pass in." Caressing Sally’s hair, he asked, "Are your shorts getting wet?"
"Uhm hum." Sally gurgled around his cock.
"Take 'em off, then." Sally rose to her feet, remaining bent, trying to continue the blowjob while wrestling off her shorts. "Go ahead and finish up," Lon directed. "I think we’re gonna change positions, anyway." Glancing up at Toby, he added, "Later, Man."
Toby nodded, accepting the dismissal, and headed for the stairs. Turning to look back at the foot of them, he watched Lon plug his cock into Sally as she leaned over the back of the couch. Sally made a happy little grunt and turned her smile on Toby, who chuckled and headed upstairs to the meaty smacks of Lon’s pile driver penetrations. He got to the door, stopped and thought about it, and headed back to Candace’s room. Three minutes later, Candace was knelt up, wailing, "That’s it Honey, plow me with that monster dong of yours! God! I LOVE that thing!" This time, Toby was less circumspect about his efforts at control — and Candace was in a mood, anyway … Fifteen minutes later, he left her with her butt in the air and a second load dripping from her loose pussy lips. There were still sounds of happy fucking wafting up the stairs as he pulled himself together and headed through the front door.
The weekend was quiet, too; the Carter boys (or Louise, if necessary) were on-call if Fred decided to go anywhere, and construction is sometimes a seven day a week proposition, but this particular project was on schedule, and Fred didn’t seem inclined to go anywhere. Sports on TV kept him occupied — that and a half a case of beer. That — the liquor store — was his only trip out — and he took Terence with him.
Monday was dull, as was Tuesday. It was Wednesday before Fred broke pattern again. Damian and Candace were on watch; Damian had called her, and Candace couldn’t find it in her to say no. They were sitting in Candace’s car, Damian watching while Candace rested her head on his lap, getting her breath after draining his erection (something else she couldn’t find it in her to say no to), when people started filtering out of the building at 2:30. Fred was in the group — and this time, he didn’t even bother to go to the bar, first; he headed out of town again, in a different direction.
The place that he stopped — the Adult Videoplex, according to the marquee — was a lot nicer than the previous location. It was clean, and it catered very clearly to couples, to the point of having couples' booths and a couple of mini-theaters. But the very things that made women and couples feel safe — the vigilance, the aggressive maintenance — frightened the male clientele and stifled the kind of activity that Fred was there for. The one gloryhole he remembered from previous visits was very thoroughly patched, leaving only a couple of little, tiny peepholes to provide live entertainment. There were some individuals who would periodically try a door to see if it was locked, but Fred wasn’t up for that — it might expose his identity. Fred spent twenty minutes trying to find an accommodation that worked for him, failed, and left, visibly disgruntled. Candace, who had entered the store to investigate, but had merely stuck her head in the back and retreated when she saw Fred patrolling, watched him leave, then got out of there herself, just in time to follow Damian’s excited directions to catch up with Fred on the road. "What happened?" Damian asked, when they had Fred’s pickup in sight again.