"Let us go," Marilyn pleaded.

"I don't want to cut you out of your fun," the old man said. "Let me watch."

Marilyn turned white. She couldn't even consider the thought of this horrid old man watching her. She knew that Billy or Danny wouldn't consider it either. At least she thought they wouldn't.

"Sure," Billy said.

"What?" Marilyn whispered.

"Let him watch," Billy said. "It won't do no harm. He's an old man. Let him have a little excitement in his old age. It won't do any harm."

"I don't want him to watch," Marilyn said.

"It's either me or the police," the old man leered. "Make up your mind, young lady."

Marilyn didn't have a chance to make up her mind. Billy grabbed her arm and pushed and pulled her toward room number three. He dropped her arm as he pulled the key from his pocket and opened the door.

"Billy," Marilyn said.

"Go in," Billy said.

His voice left no room for argument, and Marilyn stepped into the dark, dingy room. The room was not dirty, but it was plain. There was only a bed and a lamp. Suddenly Marilyn felt very cheap.

But it was much too late to change her mind. Billy came up behind her and his hands went underneath her skirt. His hot hands cupped her firm ass cheeks and then went around her body pulling her ass against his hardening prick. "Feel that, baby?" he asked. "Yes," she said. "What is it?" he asked. "It's your prick," she said.

"That's right," he said. "And I'm soon going to use my prick to fill your hot cunt."

Marilyn felt weak as his hard cock, still in his trousers, pressed against the curve of her ass. For a moment she forgot that the old man and Danny were in the room.

Danny soon reminded her by slamming shut the door and going to the bed. He was undressing. He was not shy about exposing his body. He peeled off his shirt and undershirt to reveal a chest that was hairy and muscular. He stopped when his fingers touched his belt buckle. "I think I'll let you do this," he said. Marilyn nodded as Billy released her.