gray, their faces stoic and eyes focused on the rooms before them.
As they came up to the first of these, a young woman with blonde hair pulled back so tight, her eyes seemed to be affected, Chantal stopped them and whispered, “Glynnis is one of our suggestives. She's quite busy as you can see.”
She was skittering her pencil across a pad and then stepping forward to press the message against the glass. Hilary followed the motion and only then did she notice the scene playing out in the room beside them. A man leaned over another, prone and face down on the bed his wrists bound in a cotton tie. The man squinted, reading the note. He reached down between his legs and shook an enormous cock, running it back and forth over the crack of his partner's ass before plunging it rudely and with significant depth into his anus. The other man screamed and his legs kicked, his bound wrists pounded at the bed as the other man pounded into him, moaning.
Hilary looked away, her eyes wide, and noticed Jack. He was in a different kind of shock, one that kept his gaze locked on the men before them.
Chantal said, “You mustn't be ashamed to watch. This couple is sharing in an experience. Their suggestive is providing the utmost in care to assure both their needs are met.”
“ But how does she know?” Jack asked.
Chantal breezed past Glynnis and gestured for them to follow. “Very simply, we have been supplied with a comprehensive assessment by your therapists and medical doctors. We've even connected with some of your former lovers to gain an understanding of your hang-ups and issues that have to be addressed for this retreat to be successful. No worries. Your stay will be a triumph.”
Former lovers? Hilary’s jaw dropped. “Jack, really?” she hissed.
Chantal sauntered ahead, hopefully far enough.
“ Did you know about this?”
“ Of course not.” Jack wrapped an arm around her shoulders and led her forward. “But we're here and we need to take this opportunity. It may be our last chance. I trust Dr. Madrigal, implicitly. I'm certain she wouldn't direct us to a useless exercise. She's been very helpful, don't you think?”
Hilary scanned his face for a sign that he was being disingenuous—a tic of the brow, a bead of stray sweat, a shift of the eyes. Finding none, she nodded. Though the answer she wanted to give was much more riddled with questions.
The next room featured a di fferent scenario and different suggestive, and while the genders of the participants were more in keeping with Hilary's familiarity, it was the quantity that stood out. Two couples writhed on the bed.
“ How long have these people been here?” she asked.
Chantal glanced into the room, made eye contact with one of the lovers, mouthed a quick and saucy, “Get it” and kept walking. “The Thornes have been here since two. The Claytons at least a couple of hours. Why do you ask?”
Hilary let out an uneasy laugh. “It just seems pretty quick to jump into something so...”
“ Open?” Chantal suggested.
“ Advanced, I guess I was going to say.”
“ That's an interesting choice,” she said, eyes wandering the darkened sky above them.
“ What is?”
“ Nothing. It's just..well…I would have supposed you'd meant 'deviant.'“
The statement hit Hilary like a slap on the wrist with a ruler, though Chantal was the opposite of a habit-cloaked nun.
“ I don't. I didn't,” she stuttered.
The idea that she'd presented with a prudish vibe made her cringe. She looked to Jack for support but he was far too busy watching the orgy to notice her discomfort. Her eyes followed his and flinched upon seeing the hairier of the men withdraw his thick cock from one woman, pivot and then bury it deep within the other. The woman gasped in ecstasy, probably having something to do with the fact that she was already being penetrated anally by the other man. The three clutched at each other and Hilary's eyes sought out the other woman, who'd left the
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